A Beginning...

  They awoke to what looked at first like the usual yellow light;  but something telling - a change in the atmosphere - alerted the cognizant to a new and subtle heat,  merging into to worn,  and regular desert sunrise. Sharp needles were still far away,  but a muted sense of the pricking to come was scratching somewhere in the back of the travellers mind. Something too easy to ignore,  he'd felt these things before and was careful,  experienced and careful. "Take care," the hissing again,  "Oh take care". Only Christ knew where these things would end up leading;  and it's too often the one you miss that leaves you too late so early! Been near before. Nothing to do but get up now. He shook the sand from his streaky hair (we are stardust,  he remembered) and rose,   waking now,  as the sky took on the first rosey hues which initiated the long,   sweltering day that was to come.

The weight of his own strength sometimes almost crushed him.

Something About Determination.

  Loving in a dead alleyway,  we tried soddenly to resurrect the archives and cathedral doors that had led,  heretofore;   brimming,  on the banks of adolescence. And they wouldn't be had,  we had a definite new game here,  but definitive,  hell,  I couldn't track it - or make a foothold of any seeming significance anyway. God wanted us to persevere I gathered,   so I hopped up and laid into him;  gutting that sweet for all it was worth.   No use though we certainly made most darndest of it.  Through and through.                                                                                                                                                           

By and by we laid on our sides and collected our pieces;  wondeing why it was we'd grown so isolated. Coming to a point fresh where clothes were too different to mesh anymore and the nineteen nineties seemed like one big quilting bee gone catastrophic.  And me the last off-world detective,  directive survival,  direlect in that dying art.

NOTHING IS AN OXYMORON.

I found my piece of the island one night,

soft, warm, and solid

but was scared that immersion would make the real world unbearable,

knowledge of heaven not a thing for mortals.

Just because delusions are real, doesn't mean truth can't exist.

Now I see presence is more than a fancy.

the air is thick

& humility don't make me grey.

The starts I pull as I suck my sleep,

freight trains in retrospect,

but they're nothing like rolling when the night is afoot.

EXHAUSTION IS A TRUTH SYRUM.

Like eating sand on speed,

it all looks like glass to me,

I love you like there's no ground anymore.

©2007 Esse and the Brave New Sounds.