https://youtu.be/iu5YhEhB8w4 And the calliope crashed to the ground. Curbside delivery. Asking the morning sounds for a hint of what’s to come. A meteor shower blocked out by the clouds. Did you see the burning flame balls, the cosmic bursting rocks while you slept? Are you good enough to dream behind the clouds? The morning coffee …
So what is the opposite of this death thing? A dream? The lights on. Arising. Awakening. Understanding a pack of lies then knowing they’re lies. That kind of awakening. Lights on to the bird’s chirp. The humming engines and the tire treads on pavement. A dog chewing a bone stuffed with peanut butter. Tiny drops …
How far away is death? So near. Death is the stopping of the heart, the ceasing of the brain. The stillness of the fluids and the blood. Death is the erasure of all the memories – all the people, places, feelings, tastes, sounds and touches. Death cold stops all of it. Never to be found …
The sounds of whipping flame in the morning breeze.
Car tires hum across the street above.
The chime of the harbor mouth bell buoy
The puppy fails to grow fast enough for perception.
Tik tok.
The joke of all jokes – an app that burns life into insignificant ashes is named for the old devil who murders the moments.
