Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Vegetative Tranquility

Civil unrest in the quantified mind. The beasts are charging with a galloping gate. No place for refuge in the wilds of the imagination. All that was real has become a strange mystery. The approaching barrage, the impending onslaught, bearing it's weight down. Where is the great protector? Here and now is all that is facing this dismal collapse of sense and worth. Thinning of the blood warps the timing of the leap, creating the downward spiral. Flapping arms grasp the only hope that is the air of breath. The impact is not as hard as it seems. Gradual spurts assure life. The organ at capacity, processes the grisly attack. Stumbling blocks perched for amusement, laughing. The backwards flight into oblivion. Thought has morphed to vegetative tranquility.

What happened last night?


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