From One to Eternity

     Regardless of the result, they fight on.  The constant clatter in their ears.  Over and over, screeching, tearing, piercing their ears.  The result is affliction, of several different manifestations.  The present is darkened by the noise, with no recourse, no relief, no stopping...relentlessly sounding with no end in sight.  The only cure is night.

     Another segment of time filled with the various parts of the puzzle.  There is the one that is ever thirsty for the drink no one has.  They search for it every where, filling their minds no matter what the current presentness contains.  Their tasks include their minds filled with the desire, hunger, obsession with what they can't find, unsure of the chances of ever being given the oportunity to drink.  Knowing the bliss that would come from tasting that drink.  The drink fills their minds and they are unable to go about any task without the drink saturating their thoughts, knowing how suculent the drink is.  They have no cares for life's hidden secrets.  They know everydrink is made of different stuff, following changes and adjustments along the way.  They understand we are all a compliation of our combined experiences, good, bad, ugly and horrific.  Feeling the drink slide down into their souls, warming them from the inside out.  Catching the uncatchable, the forbidden, the unobtainable.  Being prisnors of their own creation, their own rules, their own decisions...they hunt even more.

     Another puzzle piece laments the pieces that are lost, a hole never to be filled.  Contact with those meaningful pieces exists somehow, although their physical return is impossible.  They seem to speak from beyond this world, yet their communication is intense, vivid, explosive, real in every sense of the word.  They battle the war between letting go forever and continuing on clinging to the slimmest chances.  They walk the thin line between make believe and making do.  Neither the puzzle, nor the lost pieces, are able to turn away.  The puzzle fights constant thoughts of where the pieces are, what they are doing, what they are feeling, what would happen if they were ever reunited, what would the puzzle look like after all these years.
Yet still knowing there is little fucking chance, no chance, but hope.

     Standing on uncertain ground.  One move has dozens of implications for where the next step is.  It is dizzying to think about the dominoes.  Once the first one is pushed in a certain direction, where will the chain reaction stop?  Internalizing fault, seeing none, wanting a touch, unable to reach out.  Once the first dominoe is tipped, eternity is the only place to stop, rest, commune, edify, trust, fulfill, please, love.

Unconditionally,
I love you,
dave