_ Hey now, hey now.
_ You talking to me?
_ Look around. Do you see anyone else?
_ Not a single, solitary soul.
_ Single... you single?
_ Societal.
_ Engaged?
_ Neutral.
_ Driven? Are you driven?
_ Prodded... it's more of a prodding.
_ Divorced?
_ Impossible... it's impossible to be divorced; unmarried, yes, but divorced? Nyet... no es posible.
_ Why?
_ Why? I'll tell you why. My former 'til death do you part' partner took issue with my screaming in abject terror when I would first encounter her in the morning.
_ I guess you are going to tell me... You would scream in terror when you first saw your wife every morning?
_ Of course I did. Wouldn't you? Imagine sitting alone in silence and someone just appearing out of nowhere and standing in front of you? You wouldn't scream?
_ Not if it was someone I knew, someone I lived with - a wife, a child, a parent, brother or sister; a friend, etc.
_ It definitely wasn't Ed Cetera.
_ How long were you married?
_ Too long; not long enough... I don't know. I lost the timer... It's a lot like baking a cake: There is only one instant when it is a cake, otherwise it's not done, or it's burnt.
_ You bake a lot of cakes?
_ No, but I do get my 'ya-ya's' out.
_ Chai?
_ EEEEEEEEYAAAAAA!!!!!!!.... Howsaboy?
_ Somewhat shattered, but good. Chai?
_ Why not?
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... The ''golden germ'... Let's hope whomsoever is carrying it steers clear of the ubiquitous tubes of antibacterial goo.
... Isn't it all a wee bit strange? The comfort brought about by a smooth progression through linear time... Isn't it all a wee bit strange?
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It is rather chilling as you describe it. Did the scream break air or did it lodge somewhere nearby. Or was it absorbed by silence and space. Still the efforts exerted between bitter deceit sometimes produce flowers of exquisite beauty, grace and color.
ReplyDeleteYou appear a bit edgy this morning. Would you step to the center of the floor?
From the center to the center - no edges, no sides
DeleteAh yes, I had the same thought right after publishing 'center of the floor'. it was the center you and I were led. Funny I cannot re-member all the faces in the circle, though I would have known of them all. The one was there, the one who created the circumstances. The watcher of the movement. She has been unforgettable without looking back.
DeleteI, too, would have known them all. To re-member - piece the body cosmic; peace - the body cosmic. Circles and looking back; the cyclone in which nothing, not a hair, is disturbed. Unforgettable.
DeleteIt's funny, I spent many an occasion on the North Atlantic and on one I;we became entangled with a hurricane 1500 miles off Boston. At the time hurricanes were only named SHES, not very comforting as the boat keeping me;we afloat was also a SHE. Oh my it was some ride. Our bow was driven to the depth before lurching upward through the breaking crest of the next wave. 13 days, of this and only a half a days rest. And this only when I;we entered the eye. And there like a oasis with shimmering water as placid as a lake and a sky as pretty as sunrise and sunset combined. Yes and no wind to disturb my;our hair. A mirage? No, it was not to last though. I;we could not hold to the center and were thrust back into the pounding wind and sea. The forces had turned around on me;we. The center was held by opposing forces and beliefs I;we held when our bow entered were reversed when our stern exited. The dying storm eventually just spit us out in the Bermuda Triangle. Tired and bruised and dazed I;we was angry and sore but proud as to what we done knowing we could have done no more. Aiii
ReplyDeleteTo exert to the ultimate limits of endurance; to end up here. I had a cousin who was strangely famous - he was the prize announcer on many game shows, eventually spending several years with Wheel of Fortune. He died a short while back. What's most compelling about this, to me, is that he died in his sleep - does he know he's dead? And if it was dreamless sleep that carried him away, is he aware of having ever lived?
ReplyDeleteI/we; to end up here