A loom to climb upon between layers of lint and dust atmosphere, a toy to fight for-cry over. Big energetic snow dog, tail wagging against the flattened tire, is only a symbol of much needed warmth. "Your teeth are strung with tendons, does this mean you have to leave? No, please, don't 'leave', run away, into..."
The sky dominates the vast, empty, long transformed, shrubby excuse for land. Broken and vulnerable. Streaks of light discover themselves illumined orange on the abrupt white peaks, reflecting and being absorbed into the supple and defiant storm clouds. Abyss. Isolated rain bursts alternate preseance of the horizon. The dream landscape has escaped its prison, has broken into my waking. Turned inside beyond.
"Is the spiritual world this beautiful?"
"Can it really be this lonely?"
3 comments:
now that i re-read it after your explanation, I like it a lot, and understand it much more... love you
Well...I don't love you! Oh and I love the two ending questions.
I think you could pair visual and emotional words a little better. "Broken and vulnerable" rest by themselves, when I think they would work better with something like "the land lay shrubby and vulnerable beneath the dominating sky ". Feels like a nude person feeling watched and judged for every inappropriate hair. Always make it about us...for we are a narcisitic bunch.
Hey Jason, I think your writings are fantastic, and interesting to read, keep up the good work. Love you..... Dad
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