Your Kind, Crawling

#10 A burning hero..

Dialogue with a dizzy flame

By this time, I had sailed through that ocean of eyes. The cat and the owl had forgotten me for that third and final time. As, I questioned if this dry lump in my throat brings my final request, or a new flame before, I get to make that final wish, to the king and his section’s 301..

To be exact, I don’t know why fate has me bound to a faultline of sands. Here, all I can see is a dimly sun, making its best effort to say something before its final goodbye. Perhaps, questioning its ancestor of all days.

I think. The ancestor of all days, is next of kin, of my king. So, the best that dimly thing can hope for is, a long quest, over a flatline of its own. I crawl and so shall thee, my barely glowing friend..

Next, I see her standing watch under half lit sun..

Keeping her wrist locked over the flock of crows, as they played water water, throat. Good. Standing watch over them a kernal of flame. Bright red, sore to the sight of this crawling man.

Yet, only hope for the wrist locked women in black. And my throat had lumped like saliva had made stones inside. So, I fell into my last wish. As I crawled. Final prayers sensed a loud breath of release. You the one which comes, after your legs barely say anything to you, and hands are cold, cold and then some.

Yes, I was feeling the heat of that final click. Not, a care in the world for king’s sections, or any watchmen too mighty for their own puffy emblems. Here, this desert demanded no forms to fill, or dry looks with nonchalant pretences to smile.

The only checkpoints were me, her, and pool of birds beaking as wearily as I was crawling, into what looked like that gasp our time under this ocean of salt..

Addendum : What concludes as a breath rises somewhere,

In that ocean of sands with a firm belief..

Not, the sections kind of belief,

Not, fill the form and get in line vagabond kind.

Yet, a new kind which asks, why is there still a click in my breath..

Let, her breathe by the pool from the flame, lest she encounter all,

Them sections through the life of me..