Wave Goodbye, Now...

So, then.  Words.  The Skies circumscribed their letters in order, dark velvet crevices punching hard with every last impulse they could summon up.  I describe it this way, because I often have a very delectable, and detailed (and heightened) electric view of the sky from down here, where I've been cast several times.  The fallen woman, who is raised first so high she cannot but knock her head in those sharp corners round the clouds, teetering on the step stool which has been built and fashioned out of an unmarked love of some sort, which the master builder does not yet understand.  This world moves too slow and thick for my taste.  But I am repeatedly cast down here all the same.  I scratch my cheek against the harsh blade the wind provides, and remember myself as I'm knocked down, into the ground and the lower quarters of the grass, suddenly and clumsily so, just so they can still look up my skirt as I go, jack off to it later and pretend it ain't me they're after.  Anyway, I slayed that dragon a long time ago. 

There are bigger vistas which don't tell you their whole story which I have to be on about, in this breath, with my best will rising, my most complete portions of energies working, and my skin still sliding up against itself, and against yours.  I arrive, 2 minutes early to where I am asked to be, and I am 3 towns to one side of things, gone as fresh as the black night more than a few moments before I am wished away to the back of the mind.  Something clicks, and shifts, and moves about my feet as I learn my lesson, for once and for all time.  I channel God and light and darkness, and do not run from anything which births itself from me.  Absolutely nothing is beyond my scope.  I do not have the need to construct a life around and about me, as it is alive no matter what I do, rising in the heat between my legs, in my ears, in your eyes looking at it unfold. 

The train's a whistling.  I gather together the many books full up with secrets I never asked to hear, and will take care of them, or maybe just scatter their swollen ashes into the nearest sea I can find.  I hope the words follow me close behind, but the living that makes them alive is the most important thing.  The words will work it out for themselves.  And They know where to find me.  As for the rest of you, it's been fun.  If you ever find yourself down here with scarlet, intelligent, literate and liberated women like me, who know ourselves to be children, gods, molecules rising from failure and the best of ourselves, make sure to look up at those grandly fashioned stars, swirling a story in front of your eyes, down in heat from the sky, asking thee to know thyself, and smile as the black night falls in on you, and say "yes".....

M. Lucia