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A VOLCANO ERUPTS AND A RELATIONSHIP IS SHATTERED One woman finds religion while another loses it. Tectonic plates shift and bring a culture to it’s knees. A husband bursts into tears. Pressure, to press: the act of pressing; the exertion of pressure. Pressure is the result of one object pressing against another—a force that compels. Both physical and emotional, pressure cannot be seen but its effects are all around us. It cannot be held in one’s hand yet we feel it everyday. It is the force that nature places on us and that we place upon each other, providing the sensory barometrics that guide the events of our daily lives.


OVERHEAD THE ALBATROSS HANGS MOTIONLESS UPON THE AIR. And deep beneath the rolling wave s, in labyrinths of coral cave s, the echo of a distant tide come s willowing across the sand. And no - one called us to the land. And no - one knows the where s or whys. But something stir s and something trie s. And star t s to climb towards the light. Strangers passing in the street. By chance t wo separate glance s meet. And I am you and what I see is me. And do I take you by the hand. And lead you through the land. And help me under stand the be st I can.


There is no pain, you are receding. A distant ship, smoke on the horizon. You are only coming through in waves. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying. When I was a child, I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look but it was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The child is grown, the dream is gone.


REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE YOUNG, YOU SHONE LIKE THE SUN.


NOW THERE'S A LOOK IN YOUR EYES, LIKE BLACK HOLES IN THE SKY.


Harmle ssly passing your time in the grassland away; Only dimly aware of a cer tain unease in the air. You'd bet ter watch out. There may be dogs about. I looked over Jordan and I' ve seen things are not what they seem. That's what you get for pretending the danger 's not real. Meek and obedient you follow the leader down well trodden corridor s into the valley of steel. What a surprise. A look of terminal shock in your eye s. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is not just a bad dream.


There's a silence surrounding me. I can' t seem to think straight. I'll sit in the corner. No one can bother me. I think I should speak now. I can' t seem to speak now. My words won' t come out right.

I FEEL LIKE I'M DROWNING I'm feeling weak now but I can' t show my weakne ss. I sometime s wonder, where do we go from here? Why won' t you talk to me? You never talk to me. What are you thinking? Where do we go from here?


HELLO? HELLO? IS THERE ANYBODY IN THERE? JUST NOD IF YOU CAN HEAR ME. IS THERE ANYONE AT HOME?


Into the distance, a ribbon of black. Stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone my sense s reeled. A fatal at traction is holding me fast. How can I e scape this irre sistible grasp? Can't keep my eye s from the circling sk y. Tongue -tied and t wisted just an ear thbound misfit. Ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of ever y thing. No navigator to find my way home. Unleadened, empt y and turned to stone. A soul in tension, is learning to fly. C ondition grounded but determined to tr y.

CAN'T KEEP MY EYES FROM THE CIRCLING SKIES.



Sensory Barometrics