He carried thru the day shuffling vigilant eyes thru the center stage of the sky where the sun wiggles in between the tip of clouds to set and end the day. The traffic unzipped on the road and paved way, so he could drag his bones in their pulsating skin to his destination.
He studied sanctuaries of mountainous papers, and libraries of secret prayers but all he found were stunts and glimpses, advertisements wrung in stapler pins, and zero meaning. Yet again.
Does this cycle of discoveries make him less afraid to die? Make him more capable of last goodbyes? Because now he measures time in his head, binds hours in handshakes, and dreams at the blink of an eye. And he dreams forevermore of visiting those place he failed to see, his fingers pacing, and hair tracing the corners of his memories, ailing to stomach that slight twitch of the body that lapses in between states of sleep and awareness, and districts of travel and stasis.
Scratches permeate the membranes of his imagination in the concise cut of hope, and as he looks onward the indigo sea on his calendar, focusing his vision as the pages flutter from the breeze. His weariness hurries to the top of his lungs, and he cannons an exasperated sigh into open air, burying the days marked on the calendar, waiting for a howl of release.
Measured. Remarkable.
The words marinated but not in too harsh a solution.
The pen as though rested after every few phrases so that their effect may linger in our minds.
The spirit of this piece as though with its right arm leaning against a tree on a cliff top looking out at the possibility of a safe harbour far below and yet to be reached but shining.
A shining piece.
ββββββββββ€ For the nine months in which I have read your work and one for this November bright one waiting for a howl of a release.
Sarah
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Ten months including the October of your seclusion.
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October was secluded indeed. But it had a profound experience flourishing in its midst. One that has rippled my core, and transformed my soul into a more ecstatic explore of dimensions and concepts. I’m excited as well to see the ideas that brew inside a distilled mind and how they reflect in a blackened leather world.
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You choose each word so carefully.
Transporting writing, Watt.
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Thank you very much. How have you been?
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Changeable. Nothing new. Yourself?
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Good. ππ
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A man slowly approaching his final hour. You depicted such deep uncertainty in the inevitable. He knows its coming, but the when leaves him hanging.
Well done Walt. This one is one of my favorites.
Happy Sunday.
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Thank you very much.
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This has kind of gravity…there is no urgency like in some of your other pieces. It moves at a measured pace, wistfully.
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I think that’s a compliment. I sure hope so. But thank you nonetheless!!
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It sure is, Watt! You are welcome.
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Itβs been way too long since weβve got to read your brilliance. I donβt know how you manage to pack so much life, so many strong images that no matter how many times you read it you can still find more. This one had a restlessness, that calendar and itβs indigo blue seizing him through his day and his mountainous papers. And where is he headed? I like how you have left this open for interpretation.
And this:
βScratches permeate the membranes of his imagination in the concise cut of hopeβ
Awesome!
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Thank you!! He’s headed somewhere again in a search, an investigation for parts of himself, and to transform those parts into an embodiment of happiness. That, of course, makes one restless.
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You’ re welcome, Watt. C’ est un plaisir !
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You should write novels Watt. You have some solid descriptive skills which perhaps could be useful to write a book. Well done!
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Thank you very much! Maybe I will one day. Soon, hopefully. π
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I haven’t seen you in awhile. Thanks for sharing β€οΈ
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I’ve missed you much. Heading over to be immersed in your words. π
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Iβve missed you! π
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Not as much as I’ve missed you!!
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Oh yeah? How much? π. Time out to go in is always a good thing.
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Much too much. π
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Aw. βΊοΈ
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Shared for once again. Best wishes, Watt, for happy holidays.
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Thank you!! Sorry for the late response.
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No problem, Watt. I wish you’re doing great.
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