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Thursday, October 22, 2009

High Above

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Our route will take us through valleys where sightless indifferent mountains brood silently, looming overhead through the trees. As we climb higher, we glimpse the sea, blue and silent stretching out to where it meets the sky.

Up here, above everything, the rocks are bare, breaking free of the grass and gorse to reach up towards the clouds, almost close enough to touch. A hand reaching up could almost take the sky into the grasp to hold it there.

You stretched out naked beneath me, could become our sacrifice to appease the dark clouds gathering right at the edge of all we can now see of the sky, with the land below held out before us like a sheet spread for the gods to tumble gifts out upon.

Those trees gathered around the foot of this cliff, stand way below us now and become an indifferent mass; like those crowds that gather, bright purposeless specks staining the sands of the beach with little lives, serving no purpose for us watching above.

Your one raised finger can erase them all, while we, indifferent, enfold each other into ourselves to play at fecund gods once again. 

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