"with words like machetes; they cut to the marrow."

and everything became clear once more. the sky, the sun, the moon, the desert. all became lucid as the day after a hard rain. i sat on the bench near the park, tossing bread scraps to passing geese, and lifted myself above the mountains, beyond the trees and the woods and the passing birds, high above the clouds that sat, single-file, in the azure, as if nothing held them from becoming one with the hovering space above. i kept climbing, beyond the stars, the coal-colored midnight, past the shooting suns and the motionless mountains of the brightest planets. i came upon the peak of olympus mons and stopped cold in the tracks i'd created. black, black, comets too cold. their tails, they whip and dissolve. and the shining divides, they cast side to side, forfeit patterns of beauty and flair.i stood there, steady and collected, wondering how i'd transcended what i'd believed to be all that was. volcanoes erupted and pyramids rose from the red rock ground all at once. stifle that conscience, bearer of ill-will, make the case for silence. egotism will outshine the sun in the fiercest of battles. cynical cynic. master of minds and mirrors. you have not the slightest idea of what you discuss. farcical. idealistic/idolatry/infidel. a terrible speaker and the children know it, and smell it, seeps off of you like warm sap. technicoloristic and unable to hide it/disguise it. and your rhythm is far-off.

A Revisiting (Part IV) "101707"

i dreamed of blackened sky. i saw reality for what it truly is. i only wished for the best.

breathe! breathe, god dammit! don't you fucking die! don't do it! i swear to god if you fucking die.. the veins on his hands pulse and shake like the wand of a seismograph. he can't believe it. after all these years this is what is has come to. a fucking joke. that's what it is. it's all one big fucking joke.

"no. tell them no. they won't get that from me. i've got half a dozen mouths to feed and they want me to sell for how much?! you can tell them to go straight to hell because they ain't never gettin' that outta me!"

it twitches. like embers in a fire. twitches and twitches. mother earth can see it coming. she's felt it for months now. they time has come. has already come. she knows it. they, however, do not. can one postpone the apocalypse?

"see, here's the thing," he said, "you can't have one without the other. it's simply impossible. for example: there can be no good without the evil. a contradiction must occur. one must balance out the other. only the other leads to the evolution of chaos. things start and begin in order and end in destruction. thermodynamics." he took a moment to reflect on what he had said. "we're all doomed."

they didn't fight as much as they did before. the city was at its end. they all knew it. as if one catastrophic event for one species meant peace and understanding for another. though things like that never last for long...