Approached by the furthest
uneven yesterday, where tumult and cataclysm
erode from a mountainous sky, we looked up to see a smouldering
size of 42 houses come crashing to the earth, throwing up dust
evaporating rocks for miles around. The ground quaked and heaved
trembled a frightened gasping hush.
And then there was The
Nothing would dare move.
No one could call out. Even at the heat of the
day, cosmic dust trails filled the off-green sky blocking heat
Between people who were closest, word became thought. Stunned
time, alert and aware, there were no "what ifs" or
even "what nows".
Routine was forever changed again. Everything became significant.
Distracted from commerce, numbers and logic, life itself took
meanings, calling with a wild new sensuousness. Nerves were raw,
frayed and exposed, yet also strangely soothed. Everything that
was only a
short while ago deemed impossible now seemed likely. Every anxiety
inevitability seemed distant, now nearly imaginary.
Awakened by the highest
molecular call, something juicy began again flowing
and flooding, streaming and surging in that moment when collective
gasps and pauses in stupefied horror, breathes deeply in and
begins again on the outbreath, mechanism reset; conscious and
aware in some sort of celestial unison never to be less vigilant