Devastating The Obvious

  • seeking first

    Posted: June 26, 2008, 6:17 pm by dobvious

    An old hymn echoes all night . It haunts my ears with an eerie likeness of the muted  pangs that are characteristic of an allergy to quinine . The words don’t come right but  I seem to note that it doesnt pain when I hum along . In this there lies a lullaby and it takes me to sleep

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    The morning crashed with equal intent . The echo pangs relentless  . Like the calling of the five from a distant imaginary galaxy to an awakening so deep that it could not be fathomed by the bare mind . It pauses briefly as the church bell tolls only to surface a decibel higher . I go out for a walk only to meet Millicent heeding the call .  Hello little brother - she calls out . And in my typical retort I bark back - little brother my rear end . She laughs . What raises you up so early . I tell her of the echo . Why don’t we walk together so that you tell  me all about it . I oblige

    As we walk past the near dead morning of the village it still persists . Only when we reach the corner that leads to the church does it stop - and when it does the words come to me .

  • the text

    Posted: June 26, 2008, 5:33 pm by dobvious

    She was pounding furiously at the small keyboards if in a made rage against time in which if she lost then the sure future of humanity would hang in the balance . Without a single glance  she knew exactly how many times to press before getting the character @ and * . Sure she wasn’t looking for an additive to an email address but rather was practicing kindness in her moment of rage .  In less than fifty nine seconds she had partnered the whole one sixty character screen with niceties and obscenities that could only be the result of her kind - scorned . The full-stop however spilled over the one sixty one mark . She would have to pay more . Two seconds decided that it was much better to have to pay more to the operator   rather than subject the love of her life the misery of having being seen incomplete save for the masks of kindness .

    At that point she also contemplated adding more vitriol but something held her back . An inner voice as her spiritual guide  used to say . It’s god . As she watched the text transform itself into a small envelope and fade away she easily let her thoughts flow to the god , or was it her god .

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