lynx
Burn the bridges! Storm the drains! Send the engines up in fire! Down with the status quo! Up with the quidam quod!
This way, this way! What do we want?
We will never forget! We will never remember! This way! What do we want?
My fingers are green. There is dirt under my nails and lining the labyrinthine curves of my fingerprints. I'm holding a bouquet of daffodils and crocuses. It's for you.
We dunked our kevlar in paint-cans of white gas; took cigarette lighters to the thing, chained to our hands. Then we danced for hours, painting rhodonea curves and hypotrochoids onto the night.
A spinning silver arm outstretched into an ink-black nothing. A universe of giant glowing whirling Dervishes.
Remember when we first met? When my grocery bag ripped open, sending all my produce and cans and boxes of cereal tumbling onto the wet ground? When you stopped to help me pick them up, even though it was still raining and you were getting wet, too? Remember when I was such a klutz that we ended up going for coffee? Well, I ... well when I saw you, I ripped my bag on purpose.
The fates are at their looms, weaving futures for us mortals.
A string ends, a man dies. Another starts; a birth.
The threads of life create a tapestry that none can behold but is nevertheless beautiful.
I still have his shirt.
I grabbed him by the collar as he tried to sprint away but somehow he squirmed his way out of it like a contortionist and dashed off, bare-chested, leaving the patched flannel shirt behind.
He still has my wallet.
I fumble with my keys and drop them on the wet ground, trying to hold my bike and the lock -- still not fastened -- with one hand, as I pick up the keys with the other. My hand slips and the bike lock falls off. The rain starts to pour harder.
There was no more lumber for the bonfire, but the party was still going strong.
Now, the bonfire reaches up towards the sky again, and we sit on rocks around a table-cloth on the grass.
Blond locks fall around my feet. I am unchained from my past. Without hair, I proceed to the next stage towards enlightenment.
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