Alone. Pine needles dripping dew spotting my fur. Ahead, a sweeping. An alarm! A warning! Hide. Run? Creep closer, all fours, haunches taught. Steam rising, fighting between darkness and light, growing larger. Simple things, thoughts. Images. Awaiting another crash, BANG! Quiet now and calming. I don't trust it. Been fooled before. Peek above the damp sage, smelling the moist earth. Scratch my eye where it itches and listen to my own breath, visible. Wait. Wait! It's building again. The cloud has risen high and is growing darker and lighter at once - lightning? Retreat? Stay. No. Stay. Larger than life! All around me, swirling from a thousand angles. Tree boughs slashing the air, earth uprooted and thrown anticlockwise like ravens swirling above the plains. Pine needles projectile points lashing penetrating my skin, matting my fur, making me wince, pushing me down. Then calm. not quite calm. Quieter now, no wind. But the clatter of metallic horses approaches, louder now! Covering my ears isn't enough, it' in my bones. Now run. Yes run! Back along the path, crashing through the bushes and trees, but the horses are with me, right behind me - not gaining, but as if they're on top of me, stamping, crashing. I give in. And like that, they're gone. Silence again, heart pounding silence. Bed of pine needles.
-anonymous
-anonymous
sense in/out focus drops...stepping thinking about/around some inner space cloud waves little ripples. cut off. congenial barking tech talk, tapping string walk. picture not. see seems seams waves woven. walk along. look about. no shouts no call...in the fog the unfamiliar family of self. this book is not on a shelf...not shelf-ish. convey under way tempting the simple play of strings/rhythms vowels constant uncut or contained cancel the wall spin the will, gently wanton lust for air and light tears no rage welling whole blooming page/petals. core correlation commended demonstration won't fit "in the can" or "the bag"
-anonymous
-anonymous
Starting the morning the sun gently peeking above the night sky your mind, your inner clock, starts to play. You feel at peace. Awaking slowly your thoughts drift here, then there and into the morning mist. Then the harshness of the day begins to creep in. Cars, noise, phones, travel, unknown unfriendly places. You are back in the mix. Amongst the turmoil, your mind seeks the pleasant spot, that moment from earlier, providing some refuge for which to gather thoughts. Still the impending flow of the world seems to control. You close your eyes and breath , slowly in, slowly out, slowly in, slowly out, your heart and mind start to control, visions of energetic dancing begin to takes over the harsh and chaotic thoughts permeating your mind. You begin again. Begin again to be a part of it all.
-anonymous
-anonymous
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