Dawn Beyond Diamond was an unprecedented period of discovery during which back-scattered potential coalesced and crystallized above the coast of West Amphitrite. The spread effect of this phenomenon (“adamas mirabilis”) had greater power than that of a second star or sun, but was similar in scope and resolution.
As the Dawn Beyond Diamond approached the horizon, all former reflection (diffuse, inelastic, diffractive, elastic) was forced to travel through a solid latticework of cloud and sky, reducing the intensity of glare and creating a direct path for catalyst activity to reach the continent. In addition, small intersections of mineral and atmosphere were capable of producing angles of unbreakable clarity, commonly known as aftermath material, omens, or miracles.
The character and duration of the Dawn Beyond Diamond was determined by a known history of the witness and an unspecified entanglement that remained beyond their reach, which may have varied widely according to continent of upbringing and intricacy of hardship. The term “Dawn” was used figuratively; the period had no clearly defined limit and could even form in aggregate or past itself. Due to the lack of fluorescence and high dispersion of hope (“the contrast ratio”) caused by the phenomenon, it was often observed before or after shipwreck, when an outright transformation was necessary to balance across the face or body, when survival depended on the unsharpening of every shadow once considered decorative, hardened, desirable, even whole.
Dear Jillison,
I miss you. Shipwreck’s here and sometimes the continent already looks like it’s been struck through, another storm of white noise in a waiting room.
But not always. Sometimes my lungs are bent upward and blushing and I’m happier than I’ve ever been.
I tell myself, this time, on this continent, and just put another tomorrow away and then another tomorrow away. I wonder how your days are, what sort of materials and fabric have grown too loud, what ways you have learned to keep the glare down. I wonder if you feel like your weeks are dead on a fence or falling across the current or something like sand stuck to your lips. I wonder what you do when the sky is quiet, what shapes you sleep in when you’re lying down and the landscape is a surrendering thing.
It’s hard when your senses are ready for everything next, and the rest still resists, like cellophane wrapped too tightly over a windowsill. But still. It’s there. Just a beginning, solutions ankle deep, birth marksmanship.
It’s soon enough for us Jillison, sunlight under sutures, sky stretched thin, all the same, it’s more than an instruction to stitch the skin back in. Even if it’s all only a shadow, Jillison, it’s a shadow with the walls of a room.
If we're this close, then let it leave us here, call it a miracle, call it everything we ran away from.
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