A GOD, SOMEWHERE IN THE SKY, TELLS HIM TO HUNT, AND HE GOES, BEGRUDGINGLY, BONES BENDING TO A TIME TITAN'S GAIT.
HE DECIDES, HE WANTS TO GO DREAM
IN PLACES NOT OF HIS OWN . . .
HE WOULD BE IMMENSELY ANNOYED AND WELCOMING OF SOMEONE YOUNG AND SPRITELY CHIRPING AT HIM ABOUT THE BRAVE NEW WORLD, AND ALL ITS EXPECTED RELIC-RELATED SPOILS; HE WOULD BE PLEASANT COMPANY FOR ANY OTHER VERSED IN MILITARY TROUBLES, OR WEIGHED EQUIVALENTLY; HE WOULDN'T SAY NO TO A PRETTY FACE INQUIRING, AND OPEN TO INQUIRY.
LEFT IT QUITE OPEN. FOR ANY POSTERS, NICE TO MEET YOU, AND HAPPY HUNTING. ✌
HE DECIDES, HE WANTS TO GO DREAM
IN PLACES NOT OF HIS OWN . . .
LIKE IN A DREAM, THE GREAT, RED-STRIPED PRAIRIE BENDS HEAVY WITH LARKSPUR AND HIDDEN HINTS OF FAIRY-THINGS, MEADOW GRASS RICH, MADE PREGNANT AND SILVERED BY THE SEASON'S WHITE DRIZZLE, AND FULL-FRESHET RAINS.
A SPRING GREEN, HORRIFIC, WOUND-GOUGED AND BURNED, NAKED MAN WALKS ALONE IN THE WHITE VALLEY, SUN STREAKING ACROSS HIS BACK, WITH BLOOD MUD-THICK AND A DISTRACTED HEAD CRUSHED BRIGHT, AND SHINING IN CORDED SCARS.
WITHOUT REALIZING IT, SOME NOW-GREYED, ONCE-TAUGHT LULLABY PUSHES FROM HIM, CALLING OUT THE HIDDEN-GRASS-THINGS AND COAXING BIRDS ONTO HIS BEATEN, EARTH-SWALLOWED PATH. FROM THEIR LACKA-DAISICAL ATTITUDE (RUNNING ABOUT HIS SLOWLY PLODDING FEET!), HE WAS MORE SENTINEL THAN MAN, THE HEAVING, BOULDER
A SPRING GREEN, HORRIFIC, WOUND-GOUGED AND BURNED, NAKED MAN WALKS ALONE IN THE WHITE VALLEY, SUN STREAKING ACROSS HIS BACK, WITH BLOOD MUD-THICK AND A DISTRACTED HEAD CRUSHED BRIGHT, AND SHINING IN CORDED SCARS.
WITHOUT REALIZING IT, SOME NOW-GREYED, ONCE-TAUGHT LULLABY PUSHES FROM HIM, CALLING OUT THE HIDDEN-GRASS-THINGS AND COAXING BIRDS ONTO HIS BEATEN, EARTH-SWALLOWED PATH. FROM THEIR LACKA-DAISICAL ATTITUDE (RUNNING ABOUT HIS SLOWLY PLODDING FEET!), HE WAS MORE SENTINEL THAN MAN, THE HEAVING, BOULDER
HULL OF A
MOUNTAIN CRAG,
(INSTEAD OF ANYTHING MUCH ALIVE,)MOUNTAIN CRAG,
BARELY A SOUND IN HIM TO OVERTAKE THE CHIRPING AT HIS NECK: A STRING OF BIRDS LIT ON HIS SHOULDERS, PEEPING THEIR PONDERINGS TO EARS CURRENTLY DEAF TO MUCH OUTSIDE OF HIM.
FROM FAR AWAY, IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANY RATCHETY SOUL WANDERING LOST IN QUAINT EDEN, OR THE PIOUS FIRST OF WAR PHANTOMS RETURNING HOME.
FROM FAR AWAY, IT COULD HAVE BEEN ANY RATCHETY SOUL WANDERING LOST IN QUAINT EDEN, OR THE PIOUS FIRST OF WAR PHANTOMS RETURNING HOME.
HE WOULD BE IMMENSELY ANNOYED AND WELCOMING OF SOMEONE YOUNG AND SPRITELY CHIRPING AT HIM ABOUT THE BRAVE NEW WORLD, AND ALL ITS EXPECTED RELIC-RELATED SPOILS; HE WOULD BE PLEASANT COMPANY FOR ANY OTHER VERSED IN MILITARY TROUBLES, OR WEIGHED EQUIVALENTLY; HE WOULDN'T SAY NO TO A PRETTY FACE INQUIRING, AND OPEN TO INQUIRY.
LEFT IT QUITE OPEN. FOR ANY POSTERS, NICE TO MEET YOU, AND HAPPY HUNTING. ✌
