ZONE
Bluelighter
It is by extraordinary circumstances that I am here, amidst this cult fantasy, but that is surely for another time. But now I relax among the dervishes tumbling about, embracing only the rules of chaos, abiding religiously.
It was mild for a late summer Sunday's dusk, but a steam bath within the energy created by these frolicking bishops.
To and fro were the only directions they could go.
Wading through the masses of flailing limbs and wild eyes, expressions that were saying "Take care my friend, enjoy thyself, or else!", I found an open space at the top of the slope where I could sit and catch my breath. Every once in a while, a great heathen would leap above my head, but this was truly a comparitive isolation.
I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, held, and released the dense fog into the air. It smelled like lungs I imagined. I glanced to my right, from where I had come. Truly a mass of humanity. More of a communal organism pulsating in time with the symphony eminating strongly from the valley below. They looked like waves I would make with my raft in my small childhood pool. Rising and falling in perfect synchronizations. A frenzy, cosmically organized to the hilt.
My cigarette had half burned out in my admiration. I was far too struck, like being transplanted in a far away galactical community whose basic material laws did not coincide with anything I had ever known. I smashed the cigarette into the ground, and drawing another out of my half empty pack with my lips, I saw her, or It. To say "her" doesn't seem fitting. It was certainly a female form, yes, but such...beauty must not be bridled by gender.
Moving slowly, wavering, the only one self-contained, not relying on the massive organism, no symbiosis needed. Eyes closed, head up, feet just above the ground. A smile comsuming It's face, conquering it with pure ecstasy. Teeth ablaze, as if tiny waterfalls fell within their translusence. No on came near It, whether this was by command or coincidence I cannot say. The arms continued to flail around me, close enough to bruise, but It existed alone.
I had fallen, was knocked down at some point of my eternal admiration, stumbling clumsily to the ground. The spinsters (I call them this because they twirled around me, oblivious to my downtrodden condition) did indeed make it difficult to retain verticality, but I persevered, and when I did get up, the beauty was easy to find, never moving from It's home, only now, there was a change.
A seizmic interruption, ground zero in Its chest, moving to legs and arms and head, releasing techtonic energy by means of a seizing flail here and there. These were the harsh aftershocks.
It's expression changed. The miracle teeth still vibrated, but the smile was no longer the product of nirvana. Twisted and bent, as if the explosion within was richocheting from internal border to internal border, begging for escape.
It was going to explode, and I could feel the harbingers of the inevitable shrapnel lodging into my own body. I began to feel It's energy, as if it were slowly transferring to me. I fell to my knees, though never visually losing It. The beating began and was totally consuming and inpenetrable. Whether it was my own heart, It's energy, or the symphony below I could not tell, but it was as if all who have ever lived and were now buried were beating their drums in unison just below my hands and knees. Thump! Thump! Thump! Slowly it rose and I feared I would become hysterical.
I was losing It in the crowd and within the sadistic rhythm of my impending lunacy. I managed to catch glimpses of It, of her radiance, in between the periodic gaps of humanity. Still, It was shaking, flailing. Tears rolled down It's cheeks. My teeth were grinding, my fingernails sunk into the earth, and it was sweat which flowed on my face. How long could this go on?
Finally, after centuries it seemed, on the brink, the crowd clears,and It stands straight with a snap of the spine, back arched, on tip toes, head back, smiling at the sky.
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Be Smart! Forget what you know!
[This message has been edited by ZONE (edited 28 July 2000).]
It was mild for a late summer Sunday's dusk, but a steam bath within the energy created by these frolicking bishops.
To and fro were the only directions they could go.
Wading through the masses of flailing limbs and wild eyes, expressions that were saying "Take care my friend, enjoy thyself, or else!", I found an open space at the top of the slope where I could sit and catch my breath. Every once in a while, a great heathen would leap above my head, but this was truly a comparitive isolation.
I lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply, held, and released the dense fog into the air. It smelled like lungs I imagined. I glanced to my right, from where I had come. Truly a mass of humanity. More of a communal organism pulsating in time with the symphony eminating strongly from the valley below. They looked like waves I would make with my raft in my small childhood pool. Rising and falling in perfect synchronizations. A frenzy, cosmically organized to the hilt.
My cigarette had half burned out in my admiration. I was far too struck, like being transplanted in a far away galactical community whose basic material laws did not coincide with anything I had ever known. I smashed the cigarette into the ground, and drawing another out of my half empty pack with my lips, I saw her, or It. To say "her" doesn't seem fitting. It was certainly a female form, yes, but such...beauty must not be bridled by gender.
Moving slowly, wavering, the only one self-contained, not relying on the massive organism, no symbiosis needed. Eyes closed, head up, feet just above the ground. A smile comsuming It's face, conquering it with pure ecstasy. Teeth ablaze, as if tiny waterfalls fell within their translusence. No on came near It, whether this was by command or coincidence I cannot say. The arms continued to flail around me, close enough to bruise, but It existed alone.
I had fallen, was knocked down at some point of my eternal admiration, stumbling clumsily to the ground. The spinsters (I call them this because they twirled around me, oblivious to my downtrodden condition) did indeed make it difficult to retain verticality, but I persevered, and when I did get up, the beauty was easy to find, never moving from It's home, only now, there was a change.
A seizmic interruption, ground zero in Its chest, moving to legs and arms and head, releasing techtonic energy by means of a seizing flail here and there. These were the harsh aftershocks.
It's expression changed. The miracle teeth still vibrated, but the smile was no longer the product of nirvana. Twisted and bent, as if the explosion within was richocheting from internal border to internal border, begging for escape.
It was going to explode, and I could feel the harbingers of the inevitable shrapnel lodging into my own body. I began to feel It's energy, as if it were slowly transferring to me. I fell to my knees, though never visually losing It. The beating began and was totally consuming and inpenetrable. Whether it was my own heart, It's energy, or the symphony below I could not tell, but it was as if all who have ever lived and were now buried were beating their drums in unison just below my hands and knees. Thump! Thump! Thump! Slowly it rose and I feared I would become hysterical.
I was losing It in the crowd and within the sadistic rhythm of my impending lunacy. I managed to catch glimpses of It, of her radiance, in between the periodic gaps of humanity. Still, It was shaking, flailing. Tears rolled down It's cheeks. My teeth were grinding, my fingernails sunk into the earth, and it was sweat which flowed on my face. How long could this go on?
Finally, after centuries it seemed, on the brink, the crowd clears,and It stands straight with a snap of the spine, back arched, on tip toes, head back, smiling at the sky.
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Be Smart! Forget what you know!
[This message has been edited by ZONE (edited 28 July 2000).]
