Wednesday, February 10, 2010

The third rail

Looking toward the on coming train; leaning too far over the ledge I imangined what that light must look like from the vantage of some one who had managed to find themelves fallen down onto the tracks.

Could a person that supposedly loved his life, imagine for a moment how the light slithering around the rails might look from down there?

- how that glimmer of amber illumination could foreshadow not a helpful forward movement through space and time - rather the end ending of experiencing space and time. The liquid light that slips and slides around those twin lines might now become the unsnapped halos of hellish angels come to welcome me to the sins of grief: wasted opportunities to repair my unkind words, deeds and thoughts.

And the mucky ashey refuse of so many discarded Peices of trash surrounding; the things I've done to loved ones and strangers.

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