It is important to move one’s mind to make space for planets, conversations, for the rhythms of a driving car and the unencumbered sensations of wine. Ancient symbols of wisdom and disbelief. For the soft genesis of myth, the unlikelihood of martyrdom and all the colors of gardens and saints. Open eyes and crocodiles.
Rebellion is an art of passage, urban myths and cherry trees. The sight of god on makeshift washboard hands, motionless as they carry. Apparitions of angels and orange trees. If simple things had peaceful wings.
Leaving mountains. The soft corridors of being. Miracles of silence, blood thick forests, and shelters. Loosely, at first light. The absurdity of death, radios. Shallow leaves and desperation. Behind stranger skies, the wild thrust of gods and hammers.