It's a mystery to me...(redux)
My sister blew her nose and my brother responded from sleep, "Mmhmm, I know." It loped out like the rambling start of some profound song, a tune that wrecks your bones. My brother, dreamland prophet. I want to slip in and ask, "Are we going to be okay? You, me, and all of the others?" I try in spite of myself, urge that incorporeal wanderer from my skull, but I am too awake, too tied in the moment to this flesh.
I ask anyway, his sleeping face. A flick of his big toe is the only answer given. He snores gently, a rhythmic buzz as natural as the crickets chirping outside. Night looms and the darkness hones in; I am captive and all too free.
My head rumbles with wildfire thunder: thoughts clip each other with fury in a race from the heat of madness. I try not to break as they tumble and bleed. It is only the moonlight and this question of how. It is a fencesitting trust in myself and a desire to light the night on fire.
Oh, yes. It is a force that makes me feel mad and fantastic.
Cheers, my friends, to new and great adventures.
I ask anyway, his sleeping face. A flick of his big toe is the only answer given. He snores gently, a rhythmic buzz as natural as the crickets chirping outside. Night looms and the darkness hones in; I am captive and all too free.
My head rumbles with wildfire thunder: thoughts clip each other with fury in a race from the heat of madness. I try not to break as they tumble and bleed. It is only the moonlight and this question of how. It is a fencesitting trust in myself and a desire to light the night on fire.
Oh, yes. It is a force that makes me feel mad and fantastic.
Cheers, my friends, to new and great adventures.