WingedTerrapin

Today had been an extra long day at school for Kait and she wasted no time boarding the bus. Staying late to help with a class project, barely scraping through a grueling history exam. But it wasn't school that had her nerves laid out on the stretching rack. There was a tenseness in the air. As thick as an autumn fog it had rolled over the whole town and crept into every nook and cranny. You see, there was a killer on the loose. Three victims in three days, every one of them dismembered beyond identification, strewn across their kitchen floors. Rain hammered the bus window, thunder shook in the distant sky. The small town outside drifted by

Synergistic white noise like a blue eyed cat about my feet wraps its tail around my ankles sends me stumbling to gather a forward momentum Fellow star dust sacks sent spinning to a deeper direction, geomorphic mass wasting A downhill family reunion of matter gathering What is at the center of this joyous gravity? Let go of everything. If you follow the roots of the Elder tree in celtic knots through the endless Earth they bring you back to the tips of its leaves Two face twin newborn Siamese scream a brief existence without boundary and in the temple wells speakers rose and I heard God's thoughts in stereo