he couldnt stop them from jumping

when the little girl leaptshe was at the head the rest followed her like lemmings they jumped fearlessly from the riveted red ironworks

he was back from the edge screamingNO NO  No tears surging

he didnt come forward to look down he did not want to see the ruin bodies busted like water balloons unseemly parted

the real terror was still with himstill in his eyes them leaping  anhe pitifully helpless

when the last leaptWHY they sawhad to recognise the gore below he slowly backpedaled several steps before turning on the ghastly silence that minutes earlier had been filled with gay shouts laughter their echoes peeling away spideryzigzaging across the face of the canyon of buildings diminished by intersections they were unable to leap

he took the fire stairs down to the basementdown to his irrevocable labyrinth where he wanderedwhere he knew exactly where he was

there it occurred to him

                           the structure rising above him was his shaken labyrinth pulled up now dimensional  no longer a lone wandering plane

                          it demanded more of him it was bored with what he knewwas excited to teach him again

the happy affable children werent real

they were aspects of himself

had he gone to the edge and looked down there would have been nothing to see but the ribsthe skin of his erect labyrinth

           he was becoming  walking the clean ironworks bones fearlessly  unafraid  slowly becoming  he was putting away childish things

   

2115,  Sunday,  24  7. 22

1218,  Saturday, 30  7. 22

Dispatch  Time Served  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F1EHGskxiUE