EVERY DAY ABOVE GROUND (Chapter 2)

The CLOUD CHAMBER

above ground 2

EVERY DAY ABOVE GROUND

Chapter 2

May 13, 1985

DAD

Word expresses mind like grape into wine.

I wash my voice with wine

in the cool shade upon a russet carpet beside a staff of sunlight with wings of sunshine lit by the finely particulate dust in the air  that alight on my brown wooden chair coiling in mockery of the living vine.

A Forever Afternoon,

yours and mine,

alone in freedom, unwatched,

perhaps heard

searching for my voice

to speak the word.

.

What is this symphony of imagery?

Where in the DNA?

………..Where was I?  Oh, yes, today…

…this is the truth.

It starts from below my belly button, enfoliates,

blossoming in my finger tips, synapsing over these keys

from think to ink.

.

I love the creamy middle

But too much it resembles middle age, pasty, soft

with a hard crust.

I must not do something.

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