Cross-hairs on the Angel

art and story by shaun lawton 

The Blue-bell of riddling bays, the facial ponds of Straven Avenue, the bird nest under the magnifying lens, lurking on the beach beneath the Caribbean winds. Focusing on a memory quite beyond the ultraviolet. Stepping down the stacked stairs of water down the well. In rapturous memoriam. Reflection of a harlot. Cross-hairs on an angel. Getting erased by the violet dusk with the sun's own rays. Dissolving one granule at a time into the end of days. 

 Drowning under the sands of eternity. Glimmering under a blanket of haze. Breathing in another aqua marine dream. Granted passage by the agents of echo location. Enshrined by the ceremony of forgotten birds. Preserved for a very long time under the pitiless gaze of the shunned indigenous council of solitary beings. Captured under glass for posterity in a glossy full color photograph taken by the panopticon with a series of long since fallen apart cameras.