the world could be a huge hole to
dig things out of if you wanted(you couldnt have it manufactured for you)
the tools you had could procure wrest with your senses and hands
or a cheap ball point
hed used the same kind now as he
did when he was a kid
when these sensibilities commonsense occurred
the lights went On they never
faded
he observed
they lapped his brain as coral
was lapped by saltwater
attracting minute crustaceans who
attracted small fish who attracted larger fish
a wild ecosystem a biology
since everything needs water
his water fed and fed
it fed the chaotic the organized the
spastic the agile
his cheap pen since had helped
him record
its ink was red
as a boy he imagined it his blood
and with his light if something was
obscure or hidden peeving him he got up walked to it got around behind under
or over it and saw
How did you see that
when asked he had only contempt
derision
the asker had the same things he
did
maybe maybe
curtly dismissed unanswered theyd take the hint
they could do what he did
he didnt care
not an iota
that he did was all that ever was
important
hed miss himself when he was dead
above him two hawks
hunting observing using their light
then a third
lazily circling looping vigilant
he stopped walking
he thrilled in their sudden
appearance
silent ghosts
most silent of the ghosts he contended with
circling they worked their way
above a dying eucalyptus across the broken paved graveled road their
underbellys through the brown limbs and dried leaves like camouflage like the
white of fish bellys to merge them with the silent sunlit surface washing above
holding them
the hawks kept moving curling on invisible
currents working their territory until they were specks in the bluesky south
of
him where he couldnt walk to in an hours time
he fell into their grace
happy again
grateful again he was their
sole witness their accomplice to whatever murder followed
a fresh existential kill feathers torn away by their
hooked beaks fur pulled and rent until satisfied to get at the warm flesh blood tender
innards the nutritious gore where life lived
where nothing is manufactured
1334, Saturday,
21 11. 15
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