O (Short Story #7)

The world is shaked by rapturous yearning, a fraught invocation to writers unknown.

How fragile; enfeebled the speaker of O, yet driven to face naked and bare what is all! To confront what lies beyond control, behind the wall of understanding.

Its power known, it commands every sense where the speaker stands, he soaked in tears of carnal tatter, calling out, reaching for something.

“O light, O world of Heavenly just! To what have you gone? Let me face you such to reclaim my benevolence! O unseen archon behind the veil! O driver unknown, let it be done! Let it be done!”