Pushing through
Your irregularity brings a halt to our weekend plans. And they were such good plans. We had all the details hammered down, but for a few strays: the kind that are most enjoyable to correct spontaneously. If we could have planned for this years ago, when the first murmurings began, the momentous could have been postponed.
As it was, the pinnacle transformed its time frame, took place earlier than planned. The expected became unexpected. The surprise of a lifetime almost passes me by, a smiling old man sneaking out from between my shoulder blades, introducing me to the three dimensional.
The slow vibration decelerates. My thumb print becomes an etching. On my knees, on the carpet, facing you, you slowly appear, and we succumb to the dance of the apprehensive.
The details melt away, the nails that once held them in place jutting awkwardly from the wall.
As it was, the pinnacle transformed its time frame, took place earlier than planned. The expected became unexpected. The surprise of a lifetime almost passes me by, a smiling old man sneaking out from between my shoulder blades, introducing me to the three dimensional.
The slow vibration decelerates. My thumb print becomes an etching. On my knees, on the carpet, facing you, you slowly appear, and we succumb to the dance of the apprehensive.
The details melt away, the nails that once held them in place jutting awkwardly from the wall.