A chair. My eyes move open, the sound of ten thousand raindrops, beads moving across a table, pearls or cheap gems, their surface carelessly striking others, cares of entropy absent in a realm where all is just data. My back is supported, I feel healthy sitting in this chair, straight after years of this bend, a foolish mistake of youth, posture and pain. Grass waves at my feet, not like a breeze, but a literal wave, like the hand of one's first lover after the first time. A shy goodbye, so I give it a cheeky, overdone wink, amused at myself. They told me that being able to laugh at yourself keeps you sane, so I do it again and again to make my sanity into a parachute for my mind, as expectations and delusions fall, I will fall slower, so by the time Jupiter's pressures crush me, I will long have been taken by age instead. The sunlight on the ground flickers around, like markings on a globe, quick, ordered, but not square, each turn as decisive as it was planned for weeks ahead. I can feel there is a pattern there, my fingers want to use the air as a sketchpad, but I fear that hope more than I fear the forgetfulness or emptiness in my head. I get a feeling of movement, see the grass a ways out move in irregular ways, offset from the rest, and get a feeling of motion in the air above. A distant chant, like three notes from a bird, comes to my skin, and I feel light itchings over my body. I sit, knowing how much effort they put into this. An escape from the cycles is near. They are singing the songs of my undoing, and it is beautiful.
Crystal and Glass
For Pi Day Today/To Eat and Park With A Friend/Ate More Than My Fill
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