The Fool's
Journey
by Ned Hogan, Jr.
It
had taken him almost an hour to become a child this morning and as
he
wrestled with the slippery weight of the mechanical spirit translator(
and a
thousand blazing ego powered fires already on the horizon that would
need
beacoup non-attention[the must difficult to muster{and master}] to
extinguish), he grabbed his breath, gently, like a crocodile taking
its
young in its mouth, and waddled into the water(s). Ah, yes, there
it
was;electric goose bumps traveling, clearing the way, healing. And
the hand
on the balance. This was a true terror; a child's hand on the balance,
now.
So. So we must take this phantom of culture and strip it and humiliate
it to
the point that it must remember what it was that pushed it forth from
between the legs of the infinite black sky itself, and reaching for
this
magnificent teat, while struggling to return to the womb, tied the
mystic
knot. Perfectly.The one that held the fulcrum, the must-be-shinny
frictionless knob where to our terror we could not stand still. There
was
nothing that was still. Trying to sing that medicine back to life
and into
being by describing the Toa of the Doa of the whole conflagaration
until
futility itself seems the basis of all. And still to arise. And even
with an
empty heart create hope. If all that is left is the simple beauty
of a
single word fitted just so into a bleeding struggling virgin page
that
already knows, already is convinced, that time will devour all, everything.
And still to soar and cry out. Still to try to set wings ablase by
climbing
so high. To try to die while alive. To find that perspective and keep
it.
This is the only medicine. I am undenieably by your side and at your
siervice for we are on the verge, the blest selfless flesh finally
subdues
itself enough to just let it rain, just let it rain. And do the best
we can
again and again to negate time forever. to be saved by only what i
imagine
is your smile and what that does to the magnificent hearts of those
you love
so well. I thankyou good gentle gentle men for saving my life again.
Even if
only for what seems like a day. Yes, yes, I twist the knobs violently
and
zero in! Oh! I see something that wants to begin!
