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Self-indulgent spewing, as therapy; semi-lost thoughts and experimental emotions that I'm not even allowed to pay someone to listen to.

"I looked my demons in the eye, laid bare my chest, said do your best to destroy me."

"I don't know what to say, I never even pray, I just feel the pulse of universal dancers."

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

drive out

3 hour drive out to bath ranch dead house.
fire on the way.  filling a whole half of sky, like something from war.
then clear skies, all the stars.
then a hill, and a redder reflection in the clouds beyond.
deep deep red fire, glowing soft but wide.
cresting the hill, wondering what fire makes that shade of light.
then blinking.
the moon.
a full minute later it was finally the orange of the giant fire.
a strip of black cloud in front like a belt, several layers of black behind.
i could not understand how that object, the moon, was not sitting here, in the fields, on the earth.
it was surrounded by clouds on both sides.  how is that possible?

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