The Strength of Law
The rain begins. Clear skies become wall to wall clouds with a ceiling of the same. All grey. Its accumulation entirely escaped my notice.
I could hear the busy patter of a sudden deluge on the roof, wind gusting with bestial force. It retreats to shadows where its voice stalks low in its throats.
It calls to me with a lovers magnetics. I drape a towel over the back door knob and go into the storm.
It picks up intensity. I laugh as I also decide that this final summer rain was just for me. A moment later I smile as I amend that thought to, well, it is also for me. ;)
Thor bellows. Defiant son to a wise father. Odin scowls, for an answer. I speak to both with laughter and poetry. For a few moments, I unfold. Burn nakedly.
Thoughts and feelings arise. The mind wanders. The heart holds. Focus shifts. Awareness follows. Brings what is submerged to the surface. Makes it real.
The law of demigods:
Who is the biggest prick you know. Is it he who cries and laments his fate or he who cries I am Ozymandias, King of Kings. Is it someone who needs to be the authority on everything or keeps an exacting ledger of their pains. Is it you. Is it me.
We walk together, then apart as we are drawn into our separate polarities. My hemisphere is north, north east and yours is southerly. †
I know a hawk from a handsaw by the direction from which I catch the scent of salt. I know Antares from Andromeda by the angle from which its shadow falls. Its nature writes volumes, which I read.
A gulf grows in the space between. I approach her. Cold intergalactic absence permeates the air I breathe.
We are giants clutching blades of grass like sabers. Fingers bled upon these rough edged quills, so unlike our lungs of brass, which blast when struck in the hollow of the throat. †
I listen where your belly makes the ground hiss and hear you in the dauntless march of siege engines that break the bedrock on miller's wheels. Grinding bones to meal.
Habits have their own laws of motion. Reinforced association, established neural paths.
I was going to ask, do you let everyone down with a probability that skirts or confirms systematic, purposeful immolation.
Are those who've departed your nemeses or your victims. Some of each, shadows burned into memory. Are you ashamed. Are you sorry.
Then thought better of it.
You could not have known, nor could your motivations have been nobler than this, simple act of collision.
The law of hungry ghosts:
Look where the hammer falls to ground
And find me there
Upon struck earth
Which shudders as I descend
To bruise the palms of Atlas †
Wade back through the river
Of blood I am
From this thin tributary
To that great ocean of
It calls me
We collide, there
Hear the waters
Forth in their
With unshed amplitude
Avarice seethes within the base of the trunk
Crowded with disparate frequencies
Masses crowded with vouchers
And force of stomach
Drives the desperate river
Into flood plains
Witness the wickedness
As my nostrils pour
Twin phantoms of
And trans orbital circumlocution
See how ugly beautiful I become
Repeat routine treads
In familiar corridors
Fingertips trouble electrics
In rooms formerly kept
The law of gods:
Went walking in the cold rain. Wind from the west rose against me, weighting my steps. Not a star for the cloud cover. On the road, not another soul to swear by.
I dream of her. Want to hold her, but she is distant. Unapproachable. Eyes so like ancient Ozymandias might have borne, coolly deciding fates. Deciding everything.
We stay in touch, she dispenses coins from her wealth of knowings, fingers gripped delicately by twos. She is subtle in texts, we feel each other out as I clack away at the phone in the dark of early morning.
If she is shining a mirror angled to reflect her own greatness, I will love her the more for it. I learn to see her strength. She could silently bear many things.
She cannot divulge to me. Places she canít return to or I am too stupid to understand. I learn. Donít ask. I enjoy it.
Sometimes when she burns so bright that shafts of foxfire form a crown about her brow, she insists to hold the blueprints to true north. Her comportment assuring that beyond her lies a vacuum.
She has her own interpretation of everything. Itís best to roll with this. She names the constellations, like old friends. She is with me and then with them. Gone. I wake, but am still in the room where she is gone.
I am crushed between, where dream and reality converge. See it take shape before my waking eye, the other still dreaming. I ache with realization. Two halves of a mind transitioning meet in a mirror darkly.
The law of animals:
Though rain has stilled to a slow tempo
Somewhere in the atmosphere
Growling with ominous
I miss her heart
No lightning as yet
The thunder remains
Slithers on its belly
Somewhere beyond the din of your
My ignorance shouts from the mouth
Of the navel ;)
Better if I say nothing, just listen
See the subtle zephyr
Slide from shoulder to shoulder
Of deciduous vine
And hiss under cloak
Watch the serpent shed its scales
Follow the husk trail of its
And see that it is
That constrain winds
Rises on taloned limbs that are
Thickly muscled and fat
From many fine
Which burn with obscene
Eyes that hold the light
Shed a naked
The dragon has allowed them
To allow themselves in
Follow the path of blood
To this Atlas
Look for the fiery spark
Of his passage
See the after image radiate in night
That is otherwise
Wander in where I will
I imagine the breath of Mjolnir
That sighs in the wake of its
And I cruise there
Upon its tail ;)
I am awful
I find myself ugly and you beautiful
You feel the same
We understand each other
The law of hells:
I feel the breath
Of my laughter
Draw diffuse elements
Into dense nebulae
Anger radiates in wavelengths
In the far infrared
Into a circumstellar disk
At my center of gravity
Beneath the soles
Of my feet
Massive bursts are triggered
By tidal forces
In the departed constellations
I cannot remember
It all occurs beyond my reckoning
I think I understand
When I compare her to the formation
Of young stars
I tell her,
My engine tears through me
This inexhaustible font
From which my faith
Perpetually, if not perennially
Watch me oscillate between manic states
Burn to cinders in my hands
My love no fear has
I, the fire elemental
Watch my musical talons
Command your attention
Ladies and gentlemen
As I paradigm shift
With the strength of law
You could not have known. Nor could your motivations have been nobler than this, simple act of creation.
The law of humans:
I wait for light in lightless depths. Silent. A prisoner of self.
A message emerges. I discover it, hold it over my heart, cupped in palm.
We share a collective destiny. You and I hold it together. Evolving in all directions.
There is much debate as to whether self-interest or cooperation should be held as more conducive to the nature of being. Both or something else entirely. All things notwithstanding. Doubt quavers at the heart. †
I have known each faith separately. The long arm. Strength of hands. All I know is my road to here.
I embrace course correction and acceptance. Endurance. Not control. Capacity.
Draw my cloak back across coals, which dim to a core smolder. Return what is submerged to the cold chamber where I slumber at the center.
Thoughts and feelings disperse. The heart releases. Mind becomes clear. Focus shifts. Awareness follows. I ponder many things. Past and present.
The rain ends. Grey skies persist in all directions. I feel attuned to the accumulation. The atmosphere weights upon me. I know my neighbors consider me a lunatic. It is not unreasonable.
I know a handshake grip from taking a piss. I know Phobos from Deimos by the angle from which their shadows fall upon those who flee before the grinding hiss of the miller's wheel. †
I unwind. I feel.
I have seen shame ravage life. There are many fates others suffer, I avoid by divine providence or stupid perfect miracles. Our shared fate is unavoidable. I try to appreciate you whilst I contemplate the paradox.
I spend over half an hour in the weather. Lightning begins to pulse somewhere in the clouds directly above as I come to a close. †
Wind stills, rises to a crescendo. There is a rainbow corona around the street lights. A blue white aura reaches through the overhead haze, steady of interval, pulsing like the beating heart of Thor.
The Strength of Law
All I know is my road to here
By Daniel Christensen
the fire elemental
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Photo art is ďOdinĒ by Raidho from Russia