he held a heavy coil of hotpink cord in one hand
one semielastic end was tied off
to an attractive sculpted leg of a stout hardwood tabletied to the slender ankle above its splayed foot
he was compelled at risk of violencethe riskthreat
not physically present to get down on all fourscompelled to crawl and loop or tie off the cord at
approximate intervals that best he could discern
he was not to reverse always forward alwaysalways
forward
somehowfor some reason
he knewsome way
he was suited to this task
where he crawled he couldnt stand or stoop
was broken or collapsed remnant of a construction blinkeredblindfolded transported on horseback
to wherever this place was he did not know its scale
despite broken as it was light filtered
in sometimes thin rays swirling wisps sometimes bathingwarming him he could not tell if it was sunlight or unnatural
when he paused to straighten a legbrush his hands free of
crumbledebris FORWARD
like spurs or a whip to
an animal
made
him curious as removed as he was how FORWARD
could be inflicted
just not that curious
the coil was spent
Now wha he thought
a
disembodied voice
Now nothing.
he felt a painful stitchwent black he vanished asif he never was
Saturday PM, 25 12. to Sunday, AM 26 12. 21
1204, Twosday,
28 12. 21
Miles Davis On the Corner
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PCxYvslbAwg
