Appointment Only
Do not expect to learn my eye color without injury. This thing is not possible. My name dissipates among the joyful and well constituted. How is it that you have no arrow to pull out of you, no gash to stitch, or nausea to quell with potions? Am I to look upon the glimmer of fortune with hopes to give it a second polish? Exiles and infirmed have inflated the rumor of my wonders. For them, I am a much needed balm. In me they are meet with a country side inn that does not charge. Yet thrill seekers are turned back in disappointment. My assignment is not to stroke the glorious locks of persons held in great admiration. Let them see to their own strands. My magnified glass only come out to examine neglected cracks and corners obstructed by opulence. I am a hunter of the small and misplaced. Upon them are my talents spent without consideration, or else I would be indebted to a sphere of ephemeral cheers. Should I add myself to a number of services begging the honor of an elite's addendum? The same which avail themselves to powers that hate them, also belong to progenitors that bare the footprints of those same masters on their backs. Call it progress, and after a bottle of wine, one might even believe it. Those who stiffen their necks in rebellion do not fare any better. How can a man keep his heart in peace when the answer to prayers have come to a stand still? The penitent wait upon an angel who has it's wing in a splint. Surely I will find you in this time. I will remake the broken hearts and set them on cliffs to bath in the sun. However, the sons and daughters of comfort look for amusement. They want encores, then ultimately a private showing to demonstrate significance. I will oblige their glib craving when they are dashed upon the rocks. Then will I force their eyes open to see what lies beyond jeweled cups, marble floors, and Persian rugs. They will see the wheezing footnotes of stories that kept the operations of their pleasure in constant motion. They will pluck the lice from their weary heads. And the forgotten shall return this act of kindness by applying generous amounts of ointment to out of reach wounds of their new kin. No grudge will be held. This is the brotherhood of mending.
