Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

From a Book Unbound - Initial Thoughts of the Creator, or - A Portrait of the Artist as Portraitist - by NE<3

yet again,
it is summer.
What the hell else do you need to know?
We are out of school. We ran out. We didn't need it but when it evaporated our hands were clean in the ways of vapor rising, not steam but the kind that burns cold and lets you know you've touched something healthily volatile. What did they ever want from us? We should have known never to go. We read the signs that said drop out, even from the very ones who told us that we needed them. But anchors are built into ships cause otherwise the ocean is the only tow.
And now, freedom for a time. If you can call time with time freedom. But that's the purpose of our engines running. We choke on too much gas, flooded with light, we cut through the chopped up days and purifying nights. I just want to breathe in the humid air and see lightning bugs, hear the crickets and other chirping roars and watch the moon float in the salty sky. We have vehicles for escape, always and only, another way to fly, another dance to attend to, another way to get away to now I need to say goodbye to whatever isn't me, it's time, it's time to go wherever we can get to higher goings on it's not at all, too right. Cherubim, Seraphim, where ya been? The bright places are calling us and we hear the signal as dogs... to the bell we are slaves like churchgoers that need to be saved. Belief still lives in the towns we belong to. Secret paths, hidden sects, wandering loafers awash in seas of clandestine dream tunnels. We network with the conduitional conditions of our slavery to the freedom implied in our birth, right?

"If you've got something that sheds some light, use it tonight." - TNP

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