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Go right.
Keep going right.
The road is long, but keep going right.
You may be hurt sometimes.
The pain is deep.
And it doesn't fade easily.
You may just want to stop.
You might turn around and run away.
But that won't get you anywhere.
So catch your breath.
Take a moment.
And go right once again.
Stop for nothing.
If something gets in your way,
Crush it.
Let nothing stand before you.
Hit it with everything you have.
Slow down for nothing.
Move on, and keep moving.
And if you go right long enough...
You'll find what you looked for all along.
(Inspired by this.)
Poetry: End of the Era
Sep. 13th, 2011 11:10 amI was present when it happened.
I saw it all, from start to finish.
The rain stopped falling at 3 PM,
So I went outside for a walk
And happened to see it.
The sky had just turned a deep violet
Like someone mixing old blood and ink
And the moon was as bright as the sun.
Between the moon and sun,
Something began to tear open the sky.
I turned and ran.
With every step,
I could feel the air around me
As it began to heat up,
Sparks flying into the rip in the sky.
Of course,
I just had to trip
Within four feet of my door.
I landed on my back,
And so I couldn't look away
As the sparks gathered together,
A cloud of fireflies
Making plans for the future.
They pressed together tightly,
So tightly that they all bled into each other.
And then a finger made of fire reached down from the tear,
Sliding through the thin sky
To touch the ground around my house.
It drew a circle,
Large enough to encompass my porch
But no larger.
When the finger finished its work,
It slid into the line
And expanded
With a sound like a bomb.
Everything -
My house,
The land under it,
Myself -
Flew up into the sky,
Passing through that violet air.
All around me
I could see others
Hundreds of buildings
Hurtling skyward.
We never came back down.
I can see the ground below me
But I know I'll never touch it again.
No one has ever come here.
There are no airplanes now,
As far as I can tell.
All of the phones were cut,
And my cellphone can't get a signal.
I can see a house,
Just a few dozen feet from my door,
But I don't know if anyone's there.
This was almost a year ago.
My food's almost run out.
Tomorrow
I'll see how far I can jump.
I saw it all, from start to finish.
The rain stopped falling at 3 PM,
So I went outside for a walk
And happened to see it.
The sky had just turned a deep violet
Like someone mixing old blood and ink
And the moon was as bright as the sun.
Between the moon and sun,
Something began to tear open the sky.
I turned and ran.
With every step,
I could feel the air around me
As it began to heat up,
Sparks flying into the rip in the sky.
Of course,
I just had to trip
Within four feet of my door.
I landed on my back,
And so I couldn't look away
As the sparks gathered together,
A cloud of fireflies
Making plans for the future.
They pressed together tightly,
So tightly that they all bled into each other.
And then a finger made of fire reached down from the tear,
Sliding through the thin sky
To touch the ground around my house.
It drew a circle,
Large enough to encompass my porch
But no larger.
When the finger finished its work,
It slid into the line
And expanded
With a sound like a bomb.
Everything -
My house,
The land under it,
Myself -
Flew up into the sky,
Passing through that violet air.
All around me
I could see others
Hundreds of buildings
Hurtling skyward.
We never came back down.
I can see the ground below me
But I know I'll never touch it again.
No one has ever come here.
There are no airplanes now,
As far as I can tell.
All of the phones were cut,
And my cellphone can't get a signal.
I can see a house,
Just a few dozen feet from my door,
But I don't know if anyone's there.
This was almost a year ago.
My food's almost run out.
Tomorrow
I'll see how far I can jump.
