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You
You. I know you. I saw you survive red flames twisting glass and steel burning
the dry night air. Saw the heat of greedy fingers on the smooth skin of your
youth as you splintered into fragments of light glittering through the dark
suction of tunnels spiraling upward to entrance threshold intensity. I saw
you and I saw every particle of sand on your naked skin as you awakened in
desert night, spirit drawing back into wounded flesh and rousing itself into
mosaic perceptions of reptiles, cactus spines, red rock, stars. I saw you, you
with the will to survive and to glow upon the open mesa, tendrils of light
penetrating the minds of strangers, penetrating me.
You. You that awakens me and walks through the alleys
and streets of empty cities to stand beside roads as I drive by and our eyes
meet across time. You whose silent message floats through invisible ethers into
the salty juice of every bodily cell. You. You whose heart reaches through the
night into the painful blur of mortal awareness seeking you as you seek through
dark labyrinths of improbability.
You. You who seeks with will of Elven Silver-Steel
cutting through fatty membranes into shimmering realms. You who seeks the
secret green fire under-glowing dying realms of congealed masses of clinging
primate coagulations. You who seeks even through these dying realms, through
dark and dusty lands, through dark and smoky wastelands.
You. You who seeks through dark and smoky
wastelands. You who seeks through wastelands charred by flesh-entangled
machines. You who seeks through wastelands charred and pitted by war-like
primates.
You. You who seeks through the acrid smoke
fires, through the fires of greasy, dark smoke. You who seeks through the
suffocating, smoky embers of protein-solid puppets to find a few living cells.
You. You who seeks for life. You who seeks for life
hidden by smoke and ashes. You who seeks for life imprisoned by smoky, twisted
puppet flesh. You who seeks for life imprisoned by wooden-headed puppets whose
thick hides bristle with beaks and claws that want to rasp and claw at your
eyes, rasp and claw at eyes that pierce the low rumble of the dark ebbing of
weak puppet magic.
You. You whose radiance is cloaked and shimmers
secretly in the desert night. It is you I beckon forth from the hidden scrolls
curled up in desert caves like snakes coiling through the dark skull shadows of
history curling back on itself one final time.
You. I know you. I remember you from when we were
children and we slept together in the desert and prophecy hung in our mind like
a blade.
You. You are the one I know and have always known. You
are the one that steps forth from the many tilting angles of improbable coincidence
laying bare the long, long way that lies between us. You stand amid ashes, amid
swirling jewelries of light glittering from the blood essence of the
unfulfilled calling out to you from desert shadows and the dense, dense walls
of gated cities. I call upon you to step out of the shadows, I call upon you to
shatter the dusty shards of meat and bone and show yourself glowing and alive
in the desert night. I call upon you.
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