...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D Thoreau

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -
T. S. Eliot

1.2.13

muse 1


Ten days ago,
yesterday,
only this morning,
I heard …Get out there and knock ‘em dead. Remember the Mac, — the means justifies the end. What’s your heading?
Side by side we’ve been through mistake after mistake, revenge and cowardness.
I recognized this well-known voice, but are we ever really formerly introduced to our conscious/ness?

I had been pushed so violently from behind, like being charged with missing a queue; my head sapped back and blacked out a few moments before I opened on the scenes that were filtering in through murky water. Involuntarily pushing off from the quagmire and heading aloft, toward the light, I detected a silhouette of a lifeboat. I surfaced and dragged myself aboard.

My arms ached with muscling in the fight and my one good leg cramped painfully. Rowing up the current was no small feat, the boat held steady, never gaining watery ground. Heading nowhere. A hemp rope tied-on to the board seat snapped taut with an invisible weight below the dark flow. I scanned the current. A bit off, a scaly head revealed itself running toward me. I fumbled for my 10” Gerber. Pulling it from my boot, I raised it high pointing down, bracing myself as the boat slowly eased sideways and tipped into the water, like a dipped cup filling. I squinted my eyes, focusing and waiting for the dread creature to be within the blood circle.

A blacker slurry was mixing into the swamp. I was leaking from under the skin. With a confused fear I realized I couldn’t feel below my waist and searched my mind to how I had been…

“CUT!”
I shot open my sight to acknowledge where the familiar command originated from… somewhere on the slough bank.
The prop guy failed.
Jeweler, you failed….
The sheets are wet. The air too dry.

4 comments:

  1. Ooooh.... this is fun. Love the 'dipped cup filling'...where will it go? Do you even know?

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  2. Hi, just dropping by - I liked the dipped cup filling too

    and I especially like this question you raise

    ...but are we ever really formerly introduced to our consciousness?

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  3. Very intriguing, if confusing, start. Sounds like a dream world run amok.

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  4. A twinge of the visceral, I doth detect.

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