Journey of the Oblivious
Dan Russell
The trees bent and swayed for us our expectations soared like the wind a shield fashioned from oblivion that lent a bright glow to everything that fell past We blew into L.A., a beast blundering through the palm trees graceless, black, marring the flawless backdrop sensuous, our vibes were all supercharged we felt like landmark human Nobel Prize winners and the heat was something that could only fuel us only force us onward into our inestimable fortunes But the import we projected on our journey was self-imposed It didn’t belong to the movement outside of us and we were too blind to conjure up that notion The city sucked our resources like a well drilled into the earth After two lazy dusks of sad depletion we found ourselves facing our fantasy on our last dawn of day We both procured a lottery scratch card surrounding the birth of each with ritual words and ceremonial sacrifice of wisdom dancing around in circles in the department store We traveled to the place most imbued with magic that we’d ever known we traveled to the edge of the world in a desperate arc pockets empty, souls pulled, dragged out of shape sizzling discomfort within our towering spiral We found our chance at the end of the earth alone and pure in our will, stranded in a place of perfect beauty the waves crashing, drowning out any sound Saxifrage
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