Thoughts

I was unprepared to see it. This scene, although chronologically in the middle and unimportant, serves to convey a defining tone that sets fire to the frame. To reveal what became, a man claiming to be the son of the atheist, master of the lost road west, to nowhere, nothing means nothing only means, a sketch of time, of a time of dust. I waited by the last standing pillar. She's haunted me half my life. Nothing came. Some external words, or other, profane, but the text must be legible. I might do why not? Might take a chrysalis form, a germ plasm, and then and again, one might hazard, reorganized, a bloody ghost when I arrive.