Day 62: Salty
September 25, 2019•125 words
Follow along if you can...
Has your "self" disappeared? Do you correlate your image by standing in line and receiving your instructions about what is expected of you to maintain a semblance of sanity? Are you "you" or an imperfect facsimile of your good intentions?
Fog is perfectly painless. It is plain as day. It is the sky grounded for a breather.
One's body is overblown if you never wrote or sang a song.
Suicides are becoming the salt of the earth. Living is losing its savor.
Blood and blood
Covering it all.
Forensic crucifixion,
Response and call.
One accord,
All to fall.
God and ghost,
angels recalled.
Heaven and earth
Imagine it all.
More later. There's always more later.