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part of a random medium
was at the wheel he claimed to be taking us somewhere special. He
said he couldnt quite explain. So far it had been a long and
aimless drive, although Im not one to complain. If he didnt
know any better hed be sure he was lost, driving though an
abyssal valley. I noticed, the other passengers had laid little
attention upon the foreign zagadka through the glass. They were
all half asleep, but slowly waking to the squeak and squawk of windshield
Dust in th e wake of the black Cadillac
stirred like bitches brew in the scarlet shine of our tail lights.
Biol, biol, toil and all that jazz. Like a thirsty black sea sponge
enveloping the car, the high beams were devoured by the masking
mists. There was a communal feeling of isolation, which was made
bearable only by equivalent wonderment. The darkness was enlivened
by the mindless dance of a trillion fire flies. Luminous specs harmonized
them selves with the fabric of the heavens like a dazzling bach
fugue. The delicate horizon was shattered by the pressing weight
of the water, fusing earth and sky. This felt like a new medium.
Our lucid points of light swelled with the
odometer. They now were becoming analogous of irredecant sea jellies.
We all laughed. - an uneasy sense of vertigo- I thought I heard
a clicking call of a lonely sperm whale. How colossal? I looked
in the back seat and saw confusion, however I made no suggestions.
Despite its monolithic size a coal black sperm whale could
never be seen against the inky night scape. Such a beast could only
be identified by th e silhouette imposed when eclipsing distant
constellations. Points of light came in and out of focus. No shapes
could be identified. -the clenching shock of agoraphobia induced
by sharp turns and moonless nocturne - - tongues thicken and skin
goes pale- Fast paced sinking sensations, endless space and red-shift
makes minds peel palpitate and pass off. Some feel safer with their
backs to the wall. But the boundary conditions, like mirage, when
approached they all fall. What thought dare abound the ancient womb?
Who could not be overcome by the rapturing serenity of the abyss?