When walking Suredly away Abandonment Is Abandoned At least until The next time Lessons add up Until learned Or eventually Dispensed with Rocking in chairs Alone or together Sun always sets At the end Of long but Diminishing days
Metalliforous Unwrought And dull Just a rock With potential Not pure For sure But dreaming Of grandiosity And a furnace Capable enough For purity To be realized From an ore Tired of a Less than regal Existence
Transmutation Of old pain Into art Working the Shadow Toward new form Wrought well So something Anything Might shine Through Inner darkness Dispelled Toward creation Carbon black Glistening in The light
He #crawled up over the edge from the underside of a flat earth experience, looked down at his busted knuckles and shrugged. Brushing the dust from his jeans, he walked toward the horizon of what appeared to be the setting sun of an obviously round world. "Dang!", he exclaimed.
"Turn left at the Taco Bell that didn't survive the 1981 recession", she said, "and then left where the Atlantic Richfield station was before it was tore down to four lane the highway". He listened carefully but secretly hoped Google Maps would be invented soon. MapQuest notwithstanding.
"I found a cultural artifact on the road", she said, "attitudes regarding values and the perception of one's peers crossed my mind, but I decided to pick it up anyway". He laughed because he was with her at the time, "it was just a dime", he said, "have you got a nickel I can borrow?".
Obscured Lost thoughts Not by clouds Nor fog No mountains Ascended In search of Enlightenment Different this As if hiding Suggesting maybe Vague references To something Missing or lost Where is a map When the territory Is a word With many meanings
"In a city that sets time by a different clock, on the edge of a forgotten dream", he said, "That's where I want to live". She knew exactly what he meant, "a place that ask few questions of those who wander through", she replied, "where the sound of, 'why not?', lingers everywhere..."
"Whenever I hear the caw of a large crow, or a raven perhaps, I automatically suspect it might be a pterodactyl in search of prey", she said, "I'm a little scared but then wonder if I might be worthy". He thought she probably would be, "with a little salt perhaps", he replied, "and pepper".
Paid the Fare and Dialed in The hologram For Metropolitan Mountains Relaxed into The experience Of an Earth No longer Remembered Except in Data banks On distant Stations Completely Out of Context In an attempt To keep Lonely androids Happy
Seriousness Of it all Often too much In need of Deflection Or at least Someone Jocular enough To bring A balanced Levity to An otherwise Morose event Laughter Delivered well In an effort To make A good cry Worthwhile
"Why didn't you buy the #deluxe transmoleculizer", she asked, "the cheap ones only translate 80% of our essence". Eric laughed because he had always imagined himself to be a little flat, "don't worry", he replied, "they're only about 2.35 dimensional there, they won't even notice".
