wama

August 2006

Like jack there is a pole, a tree, a rope a beanstalk beaming down to us. I push you towards it. you are frail and ghostly, shimmering and threatening to disappear. Just go I say. This is a way out. A good way out. Take it. I use all my force to give you a boost up and pools of molten earth surge beneath me and together we are convincing. You breathe deep and exhale and skip up to the rope looking towards the clouds and mountains before you.

posted by la kara @ 06:13