Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Taking flight,

Arms extend and receive the sun.  The warmth and everlasting light of such an embrace fills my cup.  Lips part and eyes narrow.  The fearful nervous anticipation dissipates as conversation flows without seam.  Intersecting interstates of tangled limbs display a road map of an interaction previously unincountered.  Minutes are months yet the clock mocks.  A painful knowledge that this perfect thing would have to end hangs like a shadow.  As we move it follows and reminds us that time is not ours, we do not own it we simply borrow it.

Finding ourselves in parking lots.  The limits we will take, the birth of an emotion.
A wonderful world it is where we are free to experience all that compels us.  Confined only to the limits of our own unnecessary timid tendencies.  Free to move free to feel.  Free to hurt and free to heal.  This dance is about more than stumbling through encounters, the purpose, to feel every bit of our most painful moments.  Without them we are safe yet lost.

We would do well to take example from those finned creatures that despite their lack of wings take attempt at flight.  Breaking free from the barrier of their own world if only for a brief moment.  When a life is spent immersed in an ocean the salt of a single tear is of no consequence but that single moment in the sun is divine.  It s why we leap.

With all the surgical sterility and accuracy of a butcher hacking the limb of next weeks special an abdominal incision is made.  An eviceration of unparalleled violence.  When the end trails are removed and replaced with a shovel load of hot coals, a new burning emptiness replaces appetite.  Wounds cauterized so as to not be fatal yet burn in such a way that death would be a welcomed event. In your absence I bite through my own tongue.  The bright red blood still lacks taste.  Life lacks levity. The vastness of the Rocky Mountains have never appeared so hideous.  Nothing feels like this... This sinking falling crashing boiling burning empty mess.

In the order of things a single embrace of such magnitude is worth a lifetime of this consequence.

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