Augustine’s Unknowns |
Issue 17
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Perhaps, said Augustine, time’s design is a spiraling
transcendence, a concept fierce and giddy in its performative righteousness. Such thoughts made his brain spin within the bones that braced his ponderous head: Picture him standing, ashen, contemplating the bump he knew would come to shatter the continuum. His words rendered time and forgetfulness in dynamic layers to explore metaphorically: like angels whose feathered breaths would winnow insubstantial from substance, revealing every angle of a prophecy in some Einsteinian block universe, where the evangelical implodes beneath the sublime through an infinity of seconds, coexisting in the moment before oblivion. |
S. L. Wallach appeared recently in Broad River Review, Black Herald Press, Ariel Chart, and Solstice and is forthcoming in The Main Street Rag. Her opera “Elijah's Violin” was performed in San Francisco several years ago. She has an MFA from Vermont College of Fine Arts.
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