Resonance

[The Sorceress Cap]

Resonance

It was only ever the sudden quiet. The simple sunrise. The feeling of tangible. Being part of the water. I belive I have traveled as far as the shimmering rivers exist. Those landmarks letting know something came and past and I was alone- The Monolith king.

It was a great slope upward, buldgeing. The racing sun exercising up the hill. Then a downward curve and steep. Door bottoms. And looking up, the ocean diamond shimmer, behind and eternal. Warm, but always present, like a tangible memory. It was called The Vale. For now I was on the former side, presently walking, walking present. Extetenial. The one two boot. Two feet, two feet ahead. The train station caught my ear as i round segway into town. Behind, the silver tracks of a silver life. Innocent. They were only one way, and i could not go back. Ahead: the slide, slice life. The busy bustle, smeared. I dug my fingers deep, poking through the pockets, and the fabric and the earth below. My Feel were roots now. Only could I grow forward.​

 

[The Sorceress Cap]

One Two, One Two. The dockage rows ran parallel- north and south: 111. 112. At the village meetings, the old hats and neckties would always speculate, one way or another about the fairless, lack thereof, intrinsic value or depravity of the 112. Nothing was ever done. Widows in the back silently recounted.​