Magnum Opus
August 10, 2009 by lastgunslinger
Like every story written, published, played, released, filmed, re-released and earned from and acclaimed posthumously, mine would unfurl in the same mechanics and drama. Like every mercury lamp we had utilized to serve as an alternative to God’s suns, stars and satellites, my heart would burn out bright. Like every crack in these concrete streets we walk on until we couldn’t anymore, love would flow in me from all directions, seemingly going nowhere.
I would only ask for you to bear witness.
You never would have to utter anything. We could share what I had made known and like sleep, water and bread, it should suffice.
But who would need sleep, water and bread when we could never run out of love?
You would be my greatest work.
And like all magnum opuses, you would end up owning me and remembered, long after my life had been a recurring memory, mentioned over alcohol and cigarette smoke.
I hope you had set your watch and warranted on it.
