
I find myself in a quandary, a foundry, a quarry of oil and water, churning and undulating in the bright spring light.
When the sun and warmth of the season truly arrives, the vitamin D starts flowing and my mind reels back. Too many imprints of tripping spring days bring on the flashbacks and flashforwards of present time.
Illuminated waves and subtle tracings ebb the edges, the curves, the grid of that which I gaze upon. Introspective light casts its heat in the dusty attic of my mind, my soul and psyche combined.
What is this for, these agitated tribulations I seem to repeat? The Universe only answers me in symbols and riddles beyond my skill to interpret, so perfect.
Take a step back, for my shadow is casting, obscuring the relevant clues which I may use to decipher the code that has engaged my senses.
It's the beginning of the end of the beginning my friends, and so the circle says, it's time to repent, be saved and redeemed.
You are the hero of your dreams, sent to rescue your deepest self, it seems.
(C)2005 JJP