all night long
all dried up
in hot sheets
no flame tongue
did I know
Silence | Sigils of Unity Part 1
A magpie on the farthest side of his brand new clearing reminded him this ghosted road was always watching.
Aspen trees in full spring bloom greeted the edges of the greenest meadow he had ever seen. Dotted with thousands of wildflowers, waiting for him to make it his home the road ended here after all.
The stillness of the deep summer air was refreshing compared to the gusts that had broken dirt clods and dust devils across his stride and whipped sand into his eyes for the last two days.
This embattled journey twisted in elevation; uphill had turned downhill and a leveling was finally taking place.
The terrain was flattening too.
He was dressed in mid-calf hiking boots, jeans and a flannel over a black T-shirt. His pack was huge; it was full of his life and it echoed of the death rattle he had left behind. It was stuffed and secured on a full rack – complete with bedroll.
Everything depended on the pack since he had left the world three weeks ago.
Well, the world that most people knew. The world of stores and autos, phones microwaves and indoor plumbing had long since disappeared into his rear view and he had not even seen a piece of litter in the last week.
The mountains of Colorado (where he started at least) held vast wilderness and he had finally escaped the stain of other men and women.
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has fled from
the stamen now
bereft of stem that held it fast
alabaster skin -
tapestries , familiar but gone.
runs to crowd
Time will not die, its ire burns.
There is no
whose once iron blossoms are rust.
Part 1 | Obsolete
The cold January air was thick as a kindergartener’s paste – sticky, unruly and unpleasantly aromatic. He nearly choked on the night like it was blood stuck in his neck He escaped into its mystery for good.
There was no reason in his reason anymore.
He was lost and all he once loved fell from his hands like water through a colander. He was unsure this was true but was certain it no longer mattered.
As what was left of his light faded from their minds (he could picture it as the yellow dashes on the road grew blurred into a single) he was acutely aware of his obsolescence. What ripped all reason from him was not the revelation but its implications.
Soon the adhesives so carefully placed would forgive and come undone,. He would be deconstructed to writhing pieces that no one would put together again like when he was the relevant newer model.
He amused himself by referring to himself as a machine. But inside he knew there was nothing farther from the truth. He was a rotting corpse with a full gamut of unmanageable wounded feelings.
The car jerked a little as he passed the other cars on the freeway. He noted but did not notice the gas pedal felt a little lighter. He pushed it down to compensate. The cars around him slowed in his eyes if not on the road and he regarded himself again. This time he looked at his sad dead eyes in the mirror as he did.
“Analyze that, you idiot” he said aloud as the tears started without warning.
Against his will his mind returned to his runaway train of thought.
He was a solitary relic of old ideas and traditional rebellion in a high tech hierarchy of couples, commonalities and drunks. Read the rest of this entry