the apple of infinite knowledge At any time a quirk can come to the evenflow, add some kerosene, and blow the day a thousand miles beyond the blue threshold. Take last Fourth of July; we were by the reflecting pool waiting for the flash of fireworks when thunder rolled, clouds opened and we ran underneath cherry trees. She was aflame, fuming, and blamed the stars, god, and gravity. She told me, "you brought me to babylon and now the horsemen have come." Such are the eyes of the aberrant. It's possible we're only moments strung on elastic quantum strings that, when the bang's reversed, will break down into electricity. If so... so what? The new age will come without the collected sum There's no way of stopping it.
your spiral down comes crouched within a phobic grin that puts you on the floor again, in a neural-toxic state where shock breaks cell shape and mistakes abound. you keep saying, storms are on magnetic winds; that we should be boarding the basement up or revelation will declare war for being ignored. then we'll be orphans on star-dark oceans. we'll leak our soul-substance out, because the backdoor to delusion is a bedazzled mind bewitched. it’s a horror flick screening last night's little fight, that script so secret we lock our lips, and forget.
the spiced aroma of kona blend whirlwinds below ceiling fan blades, triggering eyelids open, yielding the coiled minarets of sandman castle. it's a day like any other, but bearing the final cyclic count: a weight laying walls to waste with earthquakes crawling the spinal column. a school-bus breaks for the neighborhood, the t.v. timer trips the dead box awake, and maybe I don't believe in prayer but I’m up and praying peace upon you...
apathy designs a planned apology, duels our drowning departure as prayers go unanswered. past actions sum our souls and we fall, vanquished, an inviolate eye upon us. dew beads evergreen, forever, adorning the sealed deck, promising anchor awaits after life is denied.
they were on again last night and okay you know it's like somebody died in stray shots shattered glass we paused because it comes to pass that all lives end then the television's turned off and flash of static fade to black emptiness loss cue the sun and the now in the passing of time and somehow rain evaporates to build in the atmosphere and clouds appear the cool down comes and pressure drops in rising winds thunderstorms begin and if people would pay attention they’d become aware blackouts compose collapsed stars stop clocks and reverse time to that before electricity when oil and wick and fire equaled luminosity let there be more light in those applicants of enlightenment cruising the breeze of simplicity let there be more light in the cul-de-sacs of neighborhoods gathering for communion let there be more light in the dull corners of dark hearts that know no better let there be more light
Fulmah, sometimes I read your posts and don't respond, because after reading them, feel my words cannot really say anything worthwhile, it'd be trite praise. But I really respect your writing. These here are fantastic, I'm really loving the last one (let there be more light), and the first one too, but there's a lot present in all of them, much to love and admire. Have to read them slow so as not to miss a thing. Write on, man.
