Subsequent consequence

as in

product of event

percolates in the silence

of maybe, maybe not

biding its time

a colorless gas,

killing

so slowly

it seems like a lifetime...

Redemption

Imagine the most insignificant

characteristic

magnified a thousand times

a beacon summons

and no one sees

but I cease to be amazed

instead

a blur then a flash

and I'm tight to

the next

last chance for redemption

every time

I lose myself

wanting to be found

anywhere

at any time

tightly connected

again.

Some people hear their own inner voices with great clearness. And they live by what they hear. Such people become crazy... or they become legend.
Jim Harrison

It does occur to me, as I lazily curl around discussions with myself concerning any worldly value I may have accrued over the years, that my inner voice does not go more than one or two words into a given thought before seeking the refuge of a connection to fishing, or flies. And, much to my satisfaction, I do not think this is anything but healthy. I may very well physically starve to death for the lack of my desire to any longer pursue monetary compensation; I truly dread the thought of being forced to work, or to even come to grips with the attitude change necessary in order to obtain work. 'Work' is simply what the word says, and I've long associated that word with everything in life that ends up killing me sooner than I am ready. It has, through my life, even payed me, sometimes handsomely, to do that to myself.

I much prefer my avocation. Not only is that a much more poetic word, it also signifies a love for what I do; never mind the stark reality of any compensation, at least in a monetary sense.

All this leads me right back to my wonderful companion. I am so pleased that I have listened. I have learned more from it than any other source.

Perhaps there will one day come some life-changing epiphany; the dream sequence must seem oddly macabre to those around me. Bus after bus departs, without me on board. I wave goodbye to each one, as my inner voice speaks softly, and intently I listen...