Wind swirled into the canyon. It gathered
spray from the falls to comfort sunburned skin. Brandy shivered. The muscles in her uterus
lost their hold.
Nothing lasts, the vacuum
Nothing lasts, indeed; the
fatalistic sentiment left
from below him, Brandy rearranged herself, intermingling limbs (and dreams) with
until she sensed him drift beyond her grasp. Loathe to let him go, she
loyally pursued him:
into a viscous medium
sounds resembling murmurs
everything bathed serenely in a rubicund light.
Do you feel that, Brandy?
How? I'm lost.
Make sense, will you!
I'll try. Just listen.'
And nothing. Water falling, maybe. All around, but
Do you see things?
No, its dark.
You don't see me?
No. Yes. Well, sort of. But its black as
Okay, it's red as night; same difference.
Take my hand.
Okay, butJeezus!I feel every crease in your
It seems our senses are heightened
Are we going somewhere?
No, I don't think I should come. I mean, I really
shouldn't be here.
But you are. You would be
Hey, you don't think
Are we dead?!
Calm down. Youre safe.
Why have you brought me here?
I thought we 'came'
That's not funny. I just followed.
But in a very real sense, you led. Had I
been left alone I might never have reached this level of understanding.
I only sniffed the Poppy, Brandy, never touched its petals, never really mingled
to the point of pollination.
It's so clear!
Like the mirror's flip-flopped images
I-with-you and you-with-me exchanged
each relieved of Self
an I for an I transmute
resulting in Us
Then you and I made Us
I with I transformed to become this We.
Simon, I have no idea what you're talking about. Where
are we? Am I dense, or what?
I hardly understand how we can speak, ask these stupid questions.
Werent we making love? Thats all I remember.
It was special, I'll admit, but this is
We must have fallen asleep; this is just some daydream.
Yours, mine, ours, whatever, but not like things before.
Not like loving in the flesh.
You know, as in for
is "for real"?
Why discount our dreams; just because they don't conform to"reality"?
Life is everything conceivable. Why set limits? Why make rules?
Why clip wings or blind the mind's third eye to accomplish mediocrity?
Aren't we holding hands this instant?
Don't you feel our lifelines yearning to converge?
Haven't we reached a realm wherein fates intetwine?
Their bodies, for the longest time,
married their surroundings—as indigenous to their setting as the landscape
to itself. The sun's eye passed, its heat abridged by shadows that
inch-by-inch advanced... crept up to
then over torsos
and faces—one, awakened from the inner hues
his lids diffused, beheld: the jagged cliff-edge looming overhead.
hand left empty like a severed paw, stirred lazily. Then, aware of Simon's absence,
Odd, the way
this sun has suddenly bleached the surrounding scenery, definitions run like pigment on
displaced by a virgin white...
growing ever more intense at the nigh horizon
ground beyond it sloughing off
reclaimed as by
Earth itself about to dematerialize
up I soar
my arms outstretched
released at last to
cry stood out above the canyon's constant tumult. Simon, plummeting from the waterfall,
reached earth with shocking speed
rushed to the spot where his trajectory should have carried him, and, indeed the
castle bore a telltale impression; most of it lay crushed. Yet whatever had
flattened walls and turrets, pulverized moat and mound, demolished arches,
bridges, and quaintly crafted passageways, collided with such a sickening "THUD" that
Brandy dared not verify what her ears perhaps had imagined but what her eyes,
saw plunge, was nowhere—inexplicably nowhere—to be found.
This cant be happening.
more Brandys frantic cry competed with the uproar, triggering shrill
if hollow, futile reverberations,
their decrescendo drowned in the all-pervasive din.
with shock and grief she commenced a desperate search.
Brandy had been spared...
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