Lyric atmospheric

[Nazz]

Crest and watch buff rock lay out, longsuffering lyric of atmosphere, each strain, rift and current a potential defining storm in a calm super cell. Deep time. Read space, measure its measureless face against something known, a road sign punctured by buckshot on glow, spinning under blue and then black and no breath. Ear-shattering quiet... "AUSTIN-- 149 MI". Potential runs to a thin ribbon and peace reclines on a leaning sign ruined by a shotgun.

Sun is spray-painted, must be dust. Why is a country mile long? You see them end to end plain as day unless dust is up that day. A city mile is long. Empires occupy mere blocks and crossing them may take years off your life. Look for the right storm without a sky and vertical canyons of religion. The wrong door could mean a hundred years, and that's longer than a country mile. You can't run to strata, you have obligations, and the desert shrinks anyway, spreading over fresh blacktop foothills. I must be home.

Odd, the switch from one side of a ridge to the other, on the last dry-boned spine I stumbled up. I may have drifted too far west and the mountain is nearly gone. Light storms press down and no one can withstand that intensity, arid-pure, though it eases into a roundscape descending vague and soft on my right, as here appears from there. I see myth curving down. On my left I see speckles on a valley floor. Someone keeps a light on. I must be home, dead mountain and living rock, lyric atmospheric.

[stilltrucking]

Sometimes I reply to keep you from deleting.
You had a post last week called "Lyrical" it was short maybe eight lines.
It was interesting.
So is this one.
thanks

I see myth curving down

You have acute vision.








who am i to call the kettle black for deleting.

[Nazz]

Thanks Jack. Yeah, this rumination is made up from other pieces, and I posted it before-- I just edited it down a bit here, changed the title. I kind of like it because it shifts gears between inner & outer space and real time & deep time (geologic)-- like much of what I wrote later last year and this year. And there are some decent word rhythms going on, too..
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I don't always engage your conversation, but I read your many insights online, I see them, and I appreciate the opportunity. I used to hate Bill Gates but I love the internet because it may be our only real shot at making peace with the world, not necessarily the one I read about on CNN, but you know, the actual grass roots business of life, that sort of thing... Well, in theory at least.