Weary eyed, darkness roots sweet, days fly in rains—the
cult inside, the emoting, trying to understand the last mile; hindsight
sisters, voices sullen and penetrating; so cold on it, deranged by it, bringing
souls out of dungeons, just for silence. To enter spirit, heads shifting, they
say annihilation for certain facts: blues, bass, soul, it lives by propagation.
I never called back. So many unborn snakes. I could
drop a tear, as manufactured, core self is unmoved. It was like hell, dreary
inside, puffing too many cigars. I saw her on television. I felt her words. One
might go batty. Berserk alphabets, coarse reliance, incandescent waves, to
waffle at the introduction. Adored it seemed, many ate meals, red snapper,
shrimps, hushpuppies—if alert to it, remember it, the one last on the map.
Now it’s haunted, one remains searching, hoping to
destroy goodness—claiming altruistic. I could laugh, imagine dynamics, imagine
keeping clarity, peace a damn riddle. (Just because!)
The last page will read indemnity, decency, conquering
the impossible—giving a damn about porn, tagging, living wildly, a person
facing annihilation.
A lever pushed, a soul goes inward, the mind becomes
aloof—from itself, its adversary, its math.
Each chapter with blood shed. Each accomplishment with
mercy begging. Never easy as it seems for some. (Most entitled!)
I remain calm, semi-assertive, angered it ends this
way.
