The roar on the reef became very distant,
whispering but serious.
Trickle of smoke sketched a chalky line up the solid blue of the sky.
The transparencies came scavenging over the beach.
The sun is his eyes reminded him how time was passing,
for he was back to where he came from.
Yet here, his feet seemed less skillful then before.
The silence continued.
A buffet of wind made him stagger and he saw that he was out in the open, on a rock, under a brassy sky.
Sitting on the tremendous rock in the torrid sun.
Silence.
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation,
bitterly.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Steadily the pace increased,
Their paths diverged more and more as they flew
Some said it was gravity.
and it becomes our game
That's what we're doing. ******** up the game.
I hate this game, It isn't fair.
They all laughed at that. Laughed until tears steamed down their faces.
Every one of them was stupid,
I'm your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of that you most need?
The loneliness of power.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 3:22 PM UTC