The Hempstock mice know all
all that is good
and all that is bad
and all that is too horrible to be known
they are the oldest of the old
they come from a place before
the place of nothing
and the time before
the beginning of the first time before
and if you believe the rumors
or if you don’t believe the rumors
they will be here long after
the last time of all
They have traveled the abyss
and set sail in and charted the void
they can gnaw through time and space
and reality is nothing
they cannot bend
or turn
or rearrange
or extinguish with just a thought
Let us be thankful
that they are animals of kindness
creatures of wisdom
spirits of love
and mice that believe in forgiveness
Their paws are hands that craft things
all things
from the first heart of the first star
to the black feathers
of the first raven and crow
they will craft the quill and the ink
that will write last word
of the last story to ever be told
They named the gods
that named your parents
that named you
and painted the names
of tomorrows children
in the heart of yesterdays dreams
They have seen the end
since before the beginning
and when nothing comes back
they will swallow
Time
and
Dream
and
Life
and keep them safe in their belly
and gnaw through to new beginnings
and their paws will be busy hands
crafting things
all things
and when they have made
the universe comfortable once more
they will let us fall
from the belly of their womb
and we will be the children of tomorrow
born from the heart of yesterday
Oldest of the old
wisest of the wise
kindest of the kind
Mice of all mice
mothers and fathers
of love and forgiveness
The Hempstock Mice
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
The Hempstock mice know all
all that is good
and all that is bad
and all that is too horrible to be known
they are the oldest of the old
they come from a place before
the place of nothing
and the time before
the beginning of the first time before
and if you believe the rumors
or if you don’t believe the rumors
they will be here long after
the last time of all
They have traveled the abyss
and set sail in and charted the void
they can gnaw through time and space
and reality is nothing
they cannot bend
or turn
or rearrange
or extinguish with just a thought
Let us be thankful
that they are animals of kindness
creatures of wisdom
spirits of love
and mice that believe in forgiveness
Their paws are hands that craft things
all things
from the first heart of the first star
to the black feathers
of the first raven and crow
they will craft the quill and the ink
that will write last word
of the last story to ever be told
They named the gods
that named your parents
that named you
and painted the names
of tomorrows children
in the heart of yesterdays dreams
They have seen the end
since before the beginning
and when nothing comes back
they will swallow
Time
and
Dream
and
Life
and keep them safe in their belly
and gnaw through to new beginnings
and their paws will be busy hands
crafting things
all things
and when they have made
the universe comfortable once more
they will let us fall
from the belly of their womb
and we will be the children of tomorrow
born from the heart of yesterday
Oldest of the old
wisest of the wise
kindest of the kind
Mice of all mice
mothers and fathers
of love and forgiveness
The Hempstock Mice
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