“The soul does not surrender to despair until it has exhausted all illusions…The recurrence of a vision is a reality.”—Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
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I have many realities, most which are not true, but become again for a time in recurrence of their visions.
I depart and rest in changed reality, apart from corporeal of world and into spirit where life writes and reveals as the stories they become.
For a time, the reality is true—and then it’s not.
I am returned, back to body and bound. Gone is the vision, but for a while—departed—it is true.
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Annie came to him in work as he wrote at table of open spanse of journal and pen, candle burning soft beside, and low stack of books before.
The table, rectilinear, was wider than depth from vantage where James wrote, and on open top beside, Anne brought herself to rest: legs crossed, arms and hands in hold of table’s edge, body leaning near and over James, reading what she could of his fast-scratched hand.
“What are you making?” Annie asked.
“A reality that isn’t.” James’ hand and thought paused from page as he gave to Annie his attentions.
“Still, it must be nice to have the visions: a dream and inspiration.”
James smiled. Blush rose to rouge his cheeks and brought to Annie, too, a warmth in witness to him affected and moved in recognition to efforts and energies expended mostly alone.
“It is,” he spoke in gentleness.
Annie tousled her hair, canting head to side and near above shoulder as she smiled with ray of ambiance. She took his hands and brought him into to stand, his face in blush made higher than her own.
Looking up, her own face warmed and rosed as feeling spread in coloring beginning upon neck and high of chest. She fixed upon her eyes, head still canted, smile and blush’s soft beams, “And, too, this reality is special.”
Her legs unfolded and hands moved from his onto his waist as she drew him in to comfort and a closeness, connection, that comes in hold of lovers’ bodies near.
She waited for his kiss, and when it came, they warmed of blush, together, in reality they made.
