"We've got this"

"Yeah, we're all going to get through this"

"I'm not even scared, just don't forget to remember me on your way out"

They all glanced forward...and in an instance, they all felt the same painful explosion of emotions.

"I won't forget you guys"

"Shh, you're going to make me cry. Don't talk like that"

"Shut up, you heard me, just remember me when you get back"


Before them, lied the door into their next journey. Had they known what was in stored, maybe they would've reacted differently...

"Remember...when we used to come here, and couldn't wait to do this..."

"Yeah. And we used to say that Taylor wasn't coming"

"Those were good times"

...


"Is this...really it"

"I don't want to go anymore"

"Let's just stay here"


...

"We can't"

"Even if we wanted to."

...

"If I don't see you guys after this...i just want you to know...how much i love all of you."

"Yeah, me too. Especially you, Johnny. I'm going to miss hearing your weird laughs"

"***, and Tamera"
"Tamera"
"Tamera"

"Her voice is everything"
"I know right, please keep singing"

"Guys, now i'm going to cry"


Staring forward, into the endless abyss behind the door...hesitation began to build like tension.

"I wish we could stay forever"

"Yeah, never look back..."

"But now we're here"



...

"Yeah...we're here now"

"And we can't go back"

And like that, one by one, the pool of memories gradually declined in size as they gradually disappeared into the abyss.

"No more goodbyes"

"No more tears and fears"


"And in an instance"

"All of that disappears"



FIN

an incredible incite (the ruthless volatility of words)

~for L.B.~

the only place of solitaire solitude in the city accompanies me
like a faithful country dog that doesn’t know better to be afraid,
of moving cars, sleepless night terrors and unscripted “dreams”

where image and words say come “follow me” with ruthlessness and no cloying come hither looks and
see and take and recall with perfect midnight blue sky clarity for

the incredible incite of credible insight

surfacing unexpectedly in a intemperate pool of slushy snow,
that will be an ice storm of painful confrontations with naked
inner truths standing outside in sunny sub zero playground

there is great risk.  volatility gone wild. when the speed
governor is removed and you live at 100 mph on local streets,
when the merest slight of an accidental incidental touch
transforms into an incite incident and hell is the threat
that you will not die today and your own words will ruthless
pull from the nerve places where sensible and sensual cannot
coexist and this write this script is a poetical insight inside, an
incredible incite and what your spilling is spaghetti sauce blood
when you left your brain on broil, instead of the faking daily of
slow simmering ineffectual intellectual words that just don’t
cut the crap. your addiction complete, you cannot live without
the incredible incite, the ruthless volatility of words,
otherwise why rough write what you see
in the blind
beyond the blind


1/6/18 5:03am

No matter how hard we fight...
Natures rain falls regardless...
Even if we hide.