Friday, October 16, 2009

Chronological Topography


Coming Late ~ Kostya Prozorovsky

There must have been a moment; a bitter pit of the stomach wrench that sent you spiralling into bitterness, burned and bewildered at the reaction to your world being melted into the bland crucible of adulthood.

And with anger, with rage you attacked the bars of your cage as if they were to blame for the sentence imposed by your path through heartbreak and the imposition of the system on your psyche

But the cage is a construct of your own design; knitted, weaved and welded from diverse material collected along the way; a truly personal possession that no money can buy; an ache which you sooth with objects.

It is no accident that you find yourself washed up upon this reef; coral scores across your wish to be content; to lie on the beckoning sand and submit to the silent void of the now – accidents don’t offer such soft landings.

There is no time to experience the world that exists in parallel to your headlong rush; that whispers the arabesques of autumn leaves and shouts the sunlight in your eyes; that cradles your mind and fills it with wonder.

For running is an unnatural state, meant only to be used in case of emergency; evasive action when the odds are stacked against you; adrenaline is not the drug of choice for the contemplative, the stillness at the centre.

There must be a moment; a sweet tip of the tongue tingle that will nail you to the present like the nectar of a touch from the hand of a lover, removing the detritus that gathers unseen on the skin of your day.

15 comments:

Yodood said...

There must be …

Beware my dark friend, someone may mistake you for Pollyanna! Beautiful.

the walking man said...

Growing older ain't all bad.

Nevine said...

I enjoyed this tremendously. Fabulously dark, internal. Abstract, but real. It was great!

Pisces Iscariot said...

Yodood: funny, Polyanna! hahaha

Walking Man: it's the getting there that's difficult ;]

Navine: Thank you! Your description makes me puff out my chest :D

staceyjwarner said...

You have left me speechless (and this never happens)

amazing writing, wish I had written it, to claim such excellence as my own.

You have a gift!

Jimmy Bastard said...

".... meant only to be used in case of emergency; evasive action when the odds are stacked against you; adrenaline is not the drug of choice for the contemplative, the stillness at the centre."

Pure dead brilliant.

Pisces Iscariot said...

Stacy: apologies about the loss of your voice - glad you enjoyed it :)

Jimmy: "Pure dead brilliant" no higher praise from a Glaswegian - Thanks pal :D

James Higham said...

For running is an unnatural state, meant only to be used in case of emergency;

or to keep one alive.

May said...

Running makes you naturally breathe at the right rhythm.

Pisces Iscariot said...

James: exactly

May: running makes me gasp unnaturally and arythmically :)

May said...

Without training, you're not going to enjoy it.

Pisces Iscariot said...

May: I'm NEVER going to enjoy it - so I'm not gonna do it

Tom said...

you speak to many in many different ways; meaning, well you figure it out. Good stuff.

Pisces Iscariot said...

thaYnOkU Tom :D

Harlequin said...

lovely-- the utter necessity of being present for now...