Sewert and the Fantasmic Journey Down

Here we find Sewert....dangling limply,

nounless, unpunctuated, quite undone,

tail tucked between his legs as he skitters

on alone. Sewert's problem, you see, is he

sows in all the wrong places: By rocks

and throney bushes that want to snatch

his heart. Having spent summer as an

adjective, he finds himself hunched over

the katabasin in the 3AM bathroom of his

mind. It's a drippy place, and much darker

than Sewert remembers. A dusty pair of

shades sit on the sink. Yes, let it be known,

Sewert once put ghosts over his eyes

to avoid the light of day. But not this time.

How will he continue without those who

made him who he is? A marvellous question.

The answer is this: He will, because he has to.

That is all. And someday, over coffee,

on a mid-winter's morning, Sewert

may be sitting across from another

norvegicus he's known since birth, and she

will say to him: "We are all quite lonely,

every one of us, Christian, Muslim, man,

woman, and child alike." To which

Sewert may reply, (if he has learned

by then his lesson) "Yes. You are correct.

We are all quite lonely indeed. But

at least we're all lonely...together."