10 Minutes/Entry 13
Date: May 20th, 2008 4:51:13 am - Subscribe
Mood: fine
Translated across the heavens she whooped and whorled over ice struck landscapes with bees as big as an elephant's head and livid corpses crawling from cupboards in the darkness and light she ran when she landed in the light time she sang the songs of the forgotten and the ones that remembered swallowing their wishes stealing them away keeping them safe in the dreamstores that exist down by the beach in between the tide marks but only at high tide in the kelp the cold the green the sea the sea the sea live like a river over huge boulders that have their own secrets that no one can hear because they speak so slowly that there's nothing on this planet that has the patience to listen to a rock even the lichen skitter across the surfaces on the stones heaved up from the depths of the glaciers that ran down to the seas scraping up continents and drifting ever towards the easiest way down down to the sea the sea the sea the sea narwhals live in the northern seas, their horns a fantasy come to life as other sea monsters are hidden away reasoned out of existence by the Age of Reason for when no one believes in magic, can magic be?
Light ricochets around the room prisming bright colours spearing the unwary and ungoggled alike. Hands are held up in vain attempts to hamper the vivid violets and indigos that seem to seep within the very marrow of the hands that are held up against the brightness of the shards that move without reason or prediction.
Her tiredness doesn't allow for failure. So she returns to the world. The memories remain. Who is to say that they don't happen if the experience is real enough inside your head?
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