indelible forces...
Last night Johnny was a force.
A movement so pure and clean that he was invisible. Only very old gods and very young children could see him as the swaying of clustered apple leaves when the breeze abates.
An energy so subtle it would seep - gurgling - between tide smoothed stones, the round currency of daughter moon.
A strength so callous it would sling frozen stone through elliptical arcs meekly missing - or impacting - with the same steady gate. Not unknowing, not necessarily uncaring, but unflinching. Singing * the hyperbolic stride shall be unbroken… by and by lord, by and by...*
A force so universal that he stretched out between the stride of two strangers passing on a sunny bleached sidewalk.
So enigmatic that even God shrugs.
