Running Deep in Still Waters

Low rumbling resonates unrelenting in the relinquished afternoon's last gateway to the way in. Mis-interpreted spray painted messages, on doorways in dreams have meant one thing then another. One way or a thousand depending how you turn it agains the moments of my life.  So loud the sound of your own breathing walking into the sun deceiving yourself into endless corridors, sifting through encrypted puzzles woven through a city's walls.

Belonging to another's face even as the doves cooed constantly above. The echoes of the water streaming showed the way through the tempered core. Tying ropes to swing your hopes on caused cracked lips to carry a wavering tune. Soon to find the pounding comes much quicker each time you let the fear grow too long. Cavalier salutations considered carefully amidst rusty red cave walls. Weary travelers counted the last gathered stones stacked in the sand.

Distance between the ocean of his mind and others perceived notions is immeasurable. rolling out fragments, falling from the tongue in slurs and stutters. Who we are and who we imagine ourselves to be counted carefully in unknowable outcomes. All the interweaving ways of her majesty realized through observation, attempted in expression. Still waters running so deep he didn't know what he had building until he stepped outside his walls.

-Ed Tajchman