The Revealing

You see it coming through an opaque mirror, first signs and last winks, a monstrous revealing the marks of a construction worker with no blueprint one who realizes that the edifice is crumbling from within, the pearl rubbed raw shedding its chalky dust. At last, you see a built-in purpose, the apparent form together with its transpiring apparition, the grand design arriving in one revelation. There are no monsters or angels, the brute was always a shallow sketch of a dilapidation that had to be drawn before your sight until you saw hidden beneath the scaffolding of perception, the beautiful unformed Creator looking clearly through your own eyes.