November 24, 2017A group of children, laughing, breathing heavily, some holding hands, ran in reverse past the red fern before me, through a shallow creek, into a creaking barn and were swallowed by the darkness therein. The sinking sound of rushing rapids in the distance, pulled upon my chin with seducing slumber, and I fought and fought, but beheld my bare feet planted in the snow as my gaze pierced further down below. I was an image in the distance and understood I watched myself afar; I, the rattlesnake nestled in a white crunching blanket, shifted slightly far and left, saw myself as a man falling prey to his sleep; the symbiotic surrender washed over my like the championing of waves over dead soldiers on a beach…like the golden strands of a spinning sun weaving its wonder upon a murky meadow…the way a heart-shaped smile of a young girl unravels to sings to a retiring robin in the biting fog…and further, further still…into the oscillating hum of delusion, where control is below audible levels…there I lie, a fetus fucking an infinite nothingness with two black holes for eyes, cosmic hands that shimmer in the organs of oblivion, uttering in drones cathedral in timbre. My face I see eons into your time you call future on the surface of a space rocket, a wandering star slowly exploding, too slow it appears like merely a pulsing glow. Flowing glower, lower and lower.
”Are you all right, darling?” She said with hair cascading on her naked ample breasts. She somehow managed to convince me to stay the night. “You were mumbling something in your sleep.”
”I’m fine. Get me some water, will you?”
”Yup,” she said rising and quite comfortable in her bare body, opened up the curtains allowing the unwelcomed light of the day in.
”Shit,” I groaned covering my face with my hand, “ when are you going back to work?”
”Not sure, I am on sick leave…indefinitely. The faster I want to get well, the further it seems. You know what I mean?”
”I do.”
”Yeah, further—“
”Further still.”
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