Two figures are walking down an alleyway at night. Seemingly building a world of their own through their intense discussion. Time ripples in iridescent waves around the edges of their motion.
They don't know it yet but a future has called them here together.
Sometimes destiny intervenes on it's own behalf.
“Well what happens when we let it continue man, this is just the start, what about when they come for what we're making?”
“It's always the same with you. Pointing to some darker inevitable future consequence. It's the fucking slippery slope fallacy man."
“I hear you but let's look around. I mean take a look around you man. Really look at what's happening. Slippery slope fallacy? I would call it a broken neck fallacy because we've already slipped man. We slipped a long time ago. It's oil on ice out here."
“Yea I mean there quite literally is oil on the ice.”
Both come to some partial agreement through laughter and continue their way onward towards an unknown entity calling them forward. A hollow drum pulse soothes the air surrounding them. Thick fog emanates from a deep magenta glow beyond the horizon. Pavement begins shifting before them as the street merges suddenly into a cool blue river singing ancient melodies. Words begin to form beneath their feet on the now crumbling pavement and silhouetted images merge with them in the clouded water.
The Trick
How high?
Where trees are standing in the water
Make it shiny
Lake Iroquois
Meeting hallways hiding bones
Shape shifting moon light
Dollar signs dollar signs
Walking with remembering
Pile it up and make it flat to pile some more
Smoke spirals
Curtain rods
Songs of medicine
LED’s surround sound
Souls of spirit guides with roots in seasons cycles
Shrink wrapped gazebo
Circle stories bringing wisdom to the young
Hungry ghosts and trains with pigeon spikes
Soaring eagle
Frozen raccoon
belly of the bear
A peel on tattoo
Wisdom in the flesh
The steel of statues
That’s high enough
Thanks