belkin's writ

a beast

Upon the speckled back of a broad-winged beast he flew. The city below looked to him as troubled waters, and he believed that reality was not what our senses brought to us but how deep we each can explore our own minds. "The harder," he said, "you think, the more your mind feels empty; it feels like a deep cavern." The great speckled demon floated carelessly amongst the dark clouds, which had started to swirl around them. With a voice like thunder he inquired of the passanger's name. "Who is he that dare rideth upon my bespeckled back? What is your name?" =-=-=-==-=-=-=-=-=-=- And I stood there, alone, atop a tall building looking out at the green grass of the fields and the calm green leaves on the trees. I stood, for a moment, in the sun. I enjoyed the fresh breeze and watched as a slow rain drizzled and then the blue sky went white, the rain hammered down, followed by hail, which also passed. And I stood through it all. I longed to know that my time was not being wasted, death a distant but constantly approaching cloud.

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