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Jackie's Book of Shadows (CH3)
Chapter 3
I
Arms outstretched, Cipher stands
upon the waters, a tenebrous magical
mirror, the current generates a force,
applied to the amplification of The
Leviathan Meditation.
The doorway to the Window of the
Sea, moonlit surfaces of wave faces,
seen from spiral descent into depth,
a vibrating coolness permeating, a
deeper knowledge pulsating.
Entering a trance like state, form
arises from formlessness, a hand,
making a motion, consistent with
the fluidity of the tides.
II
Having triggered the motion sensor
surveillance, a midnight shift guard
watched the entire series of events,
staring in disbelief as this figure, in
real time, standing by a corpse,
arms out, seemingly without
a fear or a tear.
Switching monitors, he sees the fired
up LED cherries of the police department’s
new SUV cruisers.
III
“Well, ol chap, it’s about time I
be leavin.”
Cipher extracts the sword cane dagger,
a sound of metal flesh friction.
Climbing to the top of rail, holding on to
a light, he watches the cruisers arrive,
doors slamming and feet moving.
As they get closer, he sees one officer stop,
placing hand above eyes, trying to get
a visual.
Cipher gives him double bird, turning to
the dark waters.
“Leviathan, receive me. I implore thee!”
***
Cipher
Stories
***
I
Arms outstretched, Cipher stands
upon the waters, a tenebrous magical
mirror, the current generates a force,
applied to the amplification of The
Leviathan Meditation.
The doorway to the Window of the
Sea, moonlit surfaces of wave faces,
seen from spiral descent into depth,
a vibrating coolness permeating, a
deeper knowledge pulsating.
Entering a trance like state, form
arises from formlessness, a hand,
making a motion, consistent with
the fluidity of the tides.
II
Having triggered the motion sensor
surveillance, a midnight shift guard
watched the entire series of events,
staring in disbelief as this figure, in
real time, standing by a corpse,
arms out, seemingly without
a fear or a tear.
Switching monitors, he sees the fired
up LED cherries of the police department’s
new SUV cruisers.
III
“Well, ol chap, it’s about time I
be leavin.”
Cipher extracts the sword cane dagger,
a sound of metal flesh friction.
Climbing to the top of rail, holding on to
a light, he watches the cruisers arrive,
doors slamming and feet moving.
As they get closer, he sees one officer stop,
placing hand above eyes, trying to get
a visual.
Cipher gives him double bird, turning to
the dark waters.
“Leviathan, receive me. I implore thee!”
***
Cipher
Stories
***
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