#boutreality

[joshbloecker]

Stalking Fate

It’s a matter of engineered celestial mechanics yielding a believed, base level falsehood.

There to be discovered, championed and used to frame all acceptable thoughts on the matter, to be the unseen template defining your development.

It’s times spent vacillating, considering two possible outcomes to any decision, yielding an internalized physical structure.

There to remain undiscovered, to wreak havoc, and used to justify your faltering brain - your withering self.

It’s a space impossible to traverse, a faulty appraisal of distance, yielding a topic impossible to broach.

There to be lost to gravity, to structure its fallen silence, and used to eliminate anything you would have said as you open your mouth to speak.

[joshbloecker]

Empirical / Imperial Timing

Counting a world into its pieces, recording each crossing and shift in velocity at every pass, thusly we will quantify anything; note, appraise, and question its interval, defining results as what they discover crumbles four walls.

“What time is it?”

“It looks late - and no longer turning the world as if it revolves around us, we’d love to pretend it’s early.”

[joshbloecker]

Welcome

Making a wide enough birth was a clamp on two pieces of epidermis stretching open once the scalpel had cut deep enough, with red droplets pouring to thin streams trailing down skin where it doesn't stick to the pores running until the blood rivulets break, and tither drop by drop into tiny pools that clog the roots of body hair.

A shift-prone body claiming to be the seat of mastery, built out of dark that steals light, with eyes made of nothing but red shine that can grow and takeover the entire inside of its form, separated itself from the dimmer corners of the room once it opened those eyes then it flexed its fingers, extending its shadow arms forward while interlacing one black hand into the other, and pushing its death-black palms outward.

As it approached the center of the room unseen, the chrome of the surgeon's spotlight made reflections brighten.

[joshbloecker]

Could Have Seen It Sooner

The problem was that blue light bulb, the thickening mist because it was getting later, this goddamned blue lightbulb was the only light and we had lost the keys.

Hours just feet from the base of the stoop bending over grass, until we were kneeling on cushions of watered lawn to serve as ground, until we were on all fours, palms or fingers sometimes slipping and avoiding our shadows.

When we were supposed to be coming home.

[joshbloecker]

Ruminations of Piety

In a crowded room overtaken by an uncountable number of conversations all carried on at high enough volumes to be heard, among some of the people here drinking deliberately who are belligerent enough to brave the intimacy of whispering a secret, it is said,

“I’ve never told anyone this before…”

(“She” -whichever- doesn’t remember what she said next.) The response:

“Everything anyone can say is already known.”

-A comment that arranges particulars in the surrounding to such a succinct degree light glints off the speaker’s eyes, and without having been there you have to wonder if it was meant to be heard, indeed it might have been,

“You’re confusing coy with stoic.”

Stricken by an all-at-once awareness of the flesh in her arms - each cell between bone and skin rattles slightly, as she passes her fingers through his hair across his forehead and it causes a softening in his chest. She rolls her eyes and withdraws her hand, then two or three people away,

“I feel so close to you now.”

“What was that?”

[joshbloecker]

Interdepartmental Academics - Overheard Exchange

“Why the funding proposition failed. No one wants to hear it, but we should listen.”

“Who wants to read it out loud then?”

“Turns out we did not need the knee high, or even thigh high socks - according their age to the responsive audience and calibrated selectively - we did not need the girls featured in the campaign to be nine, we did not need them in mini-skirts and a potentially fatal flaw was that they were all in matching schoolgirl uniforms. We did not need them in the aforementioned socks and patent dress flats, legs swinging off the edge of a dock, at the sea shore, early evening; sun lowering.”

“We needed the words of the argument.”

“God damned marketing.”

[joshbloecker]

Internal and External Entanglements

Organic to natural circumstance, the eye narrows its pupil as light brightens whether or not the eye’s open - is the theory - also, clouds can stretch until they desiccate to dry air over graves.

It’s how wind dries out the mouth.

[joshbloecker]

The Product of Need

It’s a quiver in cold morning that can only belong to air, but arrives with the presence of a body all the same.

Islands with strips of ocean between them - the water always absent violent tide shifts between them - overtaking land from the eastern extremities of California westward, if you know the door.

Those who cannot find the door or will not be allowed, have dreams and that’s where the market can reintroduce need.

Make the product:

On her knees, at eight.

Tongue skills have to start on time; by age six.

Order is ours to give.