It is me and you, part two

It is me and you;- you and me... you and I. Our sources would say they are apparitions, which we can only recollect. But we are here, oh so currently; it is the weather, but not only the weather, which comforts us. No, because we have braved the realisation with perception so vivid it opened upon us, stayed open, like chrysanthemums, or the tiny flowers of day, and we breathed twice into an evening concerning one of us loads more than the other. But there is a third and yet a fourth; we are not yet five. The mission so far has only crouched beneath the surface so turbulent. We are checking assurance is a semblance refreshing all flowing indeed. It tells you this gushing acclimatises each with the information needed to soften wrought allegiance for our dissonance coupled with reverent news that reverses the surges of the river. Yes and back in time you have shown me extremes with this compassionately foregone consequence of your love - that would mean you existed in flutters redeemed by the statues instead of assumption. Yes, you convinced me of rivers and their flowing in eddies, whorls, vortices, down in gravity, down, flowing in surprises... insectes of water... flowing, floating insistently towards the mouth. Ever the river, indented, flying; it makes sure of an essence.

Yes, we have been up here, above clouds and cities and oceans. In this decision either adhering or complying to the fortunes of this day's eyes, it is travelling; this burns away as specialist fires would perhaps burn - our qualms and questions; questions of the dream of impossibilities. They are all gone now, with us (me and you) in our new playground. We have our headsets playing inside our ears and our travel-chess in our palms. We have long since taken off and spluttered, and behind us is enchantment of snakes. But head not home we, for we are innocence's decisions. We are made and we have reached composition, like in art and books, and we are eyes of machinery, and young. And now there is a third. We are five.

I know that we paid them nicely, rarely having your soaking of coke or lemonade, and this flavouring you are kind of keen on. Some have said (in chosen indifference) that as the adventure played animal leading mind, the enticement falls to success and, no doubt regressed ironical learning. It was sourced as the velocity dounbled and the American film entertained, reminding everybody that Crocodile Dundee was ahead of time in the eighties. That cowboy at least thought from his heart. But htat's not all. He was like everything you wished your father would be. However, it was pure, pure cheese.

I know that our third is yet a child of time; still waist level; still one moment from enduring carnage of innocence. I have said that an excuse for the pure essence of jokes, japes, jocularity... it is wholesome, and so because our folks have walked before us with trust. No, we were never stolen, but we can remember they would adorn the allowed reservation with the bapless meat of San Francisco. This was the first we ever witnessed solitude; this night. The cabs and cars all but revving distantly, where for once we revelled on solution. Yes, the cold of important nights acquired quiet lies, but the Hollywood is good - even the Hollywood of the stewardesses. Needless to say, we are high now; high above clouds and cities and oceans. And that very distance is like machinery - mechanics of time - insuperable, culpable and capable. WE are as close to home as this finds us. And the serious baggage, luggage, hot food of fish platters and rice has chainged the kings to queens - those royal pears of prestige. They found luck; chance or determination, but found their way.

Above clouds. Above cities. Above oceans.

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