9 - The Dance

    There are times when the machines hammer relentlessly without
reason.  It's like they believe the only solution is to grind themselves to dust
and disappear into the wind.  The patterns they hammer vary.  Sometimes
the only solace is the beginning of a new day.  The sun breaches the
horizon with a deep golden hue, seeming to burn the sky while caressing
each cloud she touches with her unlimited power.  She does this not out
of anger or malice but an all knowing unconditional understanding of
the limited knowledge the clouds possess.  It doesn't diminishes her love for
them or theirs for her.  This dance calms the machines.  It is a completely covalent
relationship based on each party meeting the others deepest needs.
    The short days of winter force the machines to realize their own selfish
nature.  They hone in on their more ionic characteristics.
The beast is released on these days.
    His sole purpose is to to silence the pain they have created, stop
the madness that they are responsible for.
    The metallic projectile is the choice of the beast.  It is pointed
and hollow like his ambition.  He knows he must act quickly for to
linger or hesitate for just even a split second would awaken the
sleeping angel.  The light of the angel is so bright that that even the
shadows rejoice.  They rejoice because they, with their blinded eyes,
understand that they are part of the greater being.
    In this moment the beast realizes that he has waited too long.  The
angel has awaken and even the loneliness is comforted with the knowledge
of it's own existence.
    The beast retreats without fear or worry.  It knows one day it will
not hesitate.