Floorbound, drunk. Full-clothed on carpet, but in comfort. Monotone chants and vibrations; air passed over ears and face by box fan. Later, awaiting dawn on balcony, nature's breath tries to caress away booze and toxins.
Still comfortable, now moss-scented.
(This is the consolation of existence, perhaps.)
August 3rd
The symmetry of sky to ground; reflectors mirror stars on pavement without the separation or definition of a horizon. Speedometer, odometer illuminate hands, digits glowed and haloed by dashboard; deified. Momentum. The purposelessness of objects passed in darkness: signs and streets and stores, all unlit, all awaiting the movements of godly fingers.
Moments before world-lighting; the minutes prior to creation.
(This is being the sole driver on a highway at three in the morning.)
Moments before world-lighting; the minutes prior to creation.
(This is being the sole driver on a highway at three in the morning.)
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