The waters rise slowly, at first - like a cool tease or flirt. But soon there's not one single inch of dry or exposed dirt. It's knee-high seas for as far as the naked eye can see. The shrubs are drowned, and there're no trunks on any of the trees. I'm sick of being soaked, and hope the world will quickly drain, and restore what was once a vast expanse of fruitful plains.
Living like a lighthouse keeper - alone beyond nowhere. Out of sight and out of one's mind, beyond the range of prayer. One's loss unnoticed until there's a wreck upon the rocks. Counted on to prevent chaos from out in the boondocks. A world that doesn't want, or know, you begs your best attention, but will forget to give all but its stern reprehension should you fail or should you falter and catastrophe strikes, they will find your long dead body with their pitchforks and their pikes.
To those who cling tenaciously to their own sanity: How much freedom can the sane have? How much humanity? Where's the freedom in not shouting your truth when/where you can? In pretending that the uni- verse has some sort of plan? Freedom lies in learning to ride the chaos to the depths, and learning how one can breathe denied the air for breaths.
A stone dog guards the temple gate with dead, but bulging, eyes. And gargoyles mount a stern defense from the cathedral spires. But what's a mounted mask to do to keep evil at bay? And what's the flash of fu dog teeth to end a vicious fray? And what would lead me to assume that evil lies outside, when your greeter is pure ugliness with wild and crazy eyes?
I saw a bucktoothed monkey sit on the ground all alone. It looked the doofus - its dental- mental shortfall shone, but is the size of incisors a measure of one's smarts? Has anyone done the study, gathered data, made the charts? What if that dentally-outsized primate is a dreamer- a mastermind, a supervillain, or just a first-rate schemer? What if it just wants us to think that it's a huge dimwit? So, it doesn't show its erudition, or its razor-keen wit. Instead, it waits for us to be lulled to a false repose, so that it can show us we're all a bunch of biased schmoes.
A Myna bird comes marching in; it'll soon rule the roost. It seldom fails to have its way anyplace it's introduced. The goggle shapes around its eyes make its stare more intense, but compare it to a raven; you'll see it's pure pretense. Like kudzu and cockroaches, they can't help but run amok. Should they come to your neighborhood - well, that's just your luck.
His eyes take in the dancing flame until his mind is flame. He anticipates its flutter, its flareups, just the same. There's nothing in his mind or eye that is not set ablaze. He knows not whether it's been like this for hours, weeks, or days. Others think it will devour him, leaving a pile of ash, taking him from this world at once, in one big, blinding flash.
I've thought about the ideal horn. Should it be straight or curved? Or by a spectacular rack would one be better served? Maybe one would be better off being a unicorn. With just way too many options, I confess I am torn. A huge rack would most certainly wreak hell upon the spine, but a unicorn must get foes to form a single line. I once saw a wandering oryx; its horns were a stumper. They seemed optimized to stabbing off course para-jumpers.
A mantis landed on the rail, and it put up its dukes as one might expect of madmen or drunken Irish kooks. Why would one seek out a fair fight with someone much bigger, I shook my head and started to engage in a snigger. But then it did occur to me that he couldn't stand elsewise. So, I tried to gauge his intent, and looked him in the eyes... and he stomped me in my nether bits - much to my surprise.
Along the road to Pangong Tso, I spied an odd marmot. 'Twas rotund of both gut and jowl, and had a beefy butt. It seems Himalaya's boondocks has quite a junk food glut. The rodent snacked on a cracker of the cheesiest kind. I'd have guessed one could search near-n-far and no Cheez-it would one find. Not in this remote borderland where few maintain a home. The point is, for a cheesy-cracker you'll have not far to roam.
Tiger Riding for Beginners 