Saturday, November 1, 2008

{GUESSWORK}

And there we were sitting in it. Like some great lethargic kick in the face and time stood still and as tall as any giant would if he had a quarter to give to the guy on the street corner begging for change. The horizon expanding like the polar caps melting and wax candles dripping as sweat. The atmosphere's decent to the sun's rising again. The phoenix in flames out of the ashes. This is just the start of this great journey but for now, stares will just look. Then the first word will be spoken that I have written deep inside this catacomb.