I feel so very distant.
Detached, stilled and on mute.
The moments are all rushing by.
I’m on a train headed cross-country
My ticket has been paid, I’m all tied in.
You wouldn’t think death to be this comfortable
Plush chairs, warm blankets and a waiter for my needs
Any thing that I may desire is met as the coals feed the
Fires. Fire is spreading and consuming every vacant seat.
I am spared, I am cool, calm and collected.
Could someone turn down that pesky air conditioner?
Everything is up in flames but I have no plans to move.
What if I poured water, cleansing water and made steam?
That would go against my nature, my dull aching nature.
Eventually I will too turn to gray ash. That would be bearable.
More bearable than escaping from this dull painfully numbing ache.
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This is some of the cleanest writing I have seen from you in a long time. I love it.
I also love the “narration”.
Keep It up big guy