http://www.cacofony.com/conflux/ Conflux… The path was not clear. The obstacles too near. Fears flowed in the air. I turned around — you were there. Recklessly steps were taken. Jitters of fear forsaken. No time to spare. I turned around — you were there. Frenzied distractions bouncing around. Grasping the vapors of disappearing ground. Quixotic windmills laid bare. I turned around — you weren’t there. Saint George’s dragon clawed the door. Hot breath roiled to the fore. Melted wings of Icarus’s heir. I looked up — you were there. Lines of synchronicity traced. A universal tributary embraced. A game of “truth or dare.” I turned around — you weren’t there. I looked inside. You were there. ~ By Keith Howell











