Close to Never Ending

His naked eyes were stripping further into blindness, but not before watching the answer to his call.

His call for help.

As he stood in the middle of the road, the wind seemed to draw in from corners, reaching slowly once, then quickening and ripping toward him from every direction. It ceremonially roared and rotated before touching him, now holding him in an unreal clutch.

The air became forceful to push it’s way out of the crowd, toppling other particles to grasp the sky, reaching reaching. And the storm then deflected. Still with eyes on him.

He was untouched then. But lost. And he heard knocks and sirens, as if he was being divinely crazed alone. Life continued. Without him.

And he stared into the twisting, turning sky, sipping seas, the sun blinking and blazing in flutters of the dawn, as it submarined across the desolation soaked storm.

Uneasy darkness settled but only in him. He could see people flashing torch lights and lanterns around the translucent walls of the wind, chasing after one another. They were speaking of the news, and new apartments, and openings in ozone, and if their was life on Mars. Nobody knew.

A brave design marked his brain. And he crossed his mind with strength, knowing he didn’t have a lot, reading into an existence of his own. Operating in the future, he would be more sure of the unknown, and prepared and repaired for all that has been and will.

Published by

Watt

It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

40 thoughts on “Close to Never Ending”

    1. I don’t think we can. There’s such a difference and a major separation between and now and anytime later. We do play it by ear.

      Thank you very much. 😉

      Liked by 1 person

      Reply

  6. I love the surreal darkness of the very air – “flashing torch lights and lanterns around the translucent walls of the wind”. It feels like a dream or a nightmare and as if the protagonist has stuck his thumb out to hitch a ride.

    Liked by 4 people

    Reply

  7. I like the theme in your writings—“on the road”. This image of standing on a road—very dreamlike. The traveler…
    Good to catch up with you, Watt! Be well! 🙂

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

  10. Watt. this is a fabulous piece. I really don’t know where to start. He: untouched and lost. “Uneasy darkness settled but only in him”
    “A brave design marked his brain. And he crossed his mind with strength, knowing he didn’t have a lot, reading into an existence of his own.” Right here: none of us have too much reading into our assistance. None of us. WOW!
    The beauty and power of your writings and their philosophical depth are incredible.
    Thank you for this gorgeous piece. It made my day.

    Liked by 3 people

    Reply

    1. Sorry for missing this.Such sophisticated and intricate understanding from you really motivate me, and feel worthwhile.
      The beauty and power of your writing with their tender poetic integrity are influential to many including me. So, thank you for your praise and thank you for the encouragement and praise. It means an extreme lot.
      Take care.

      Like

      Reply

Leave a comment