2. THE MAN WHO ORDERS THINGS
I have left my kingdom behind. I am outside my own orbit and catapulted through the open unknown. I hold my breath and surrender to the ease of the wind wrapping around me. Somewhere besides the rocks I lay my body down. I feel weak and not up to date. I can’t connect to the path I was on because its gone. Theres no light out any more only work to be done. To deliver quick points I can’t command the way it goes. I need someone else here, so I feel like I’m in search of a vague shifting shadow outside my vision. Have I gotten lost? Or has my aimless wandering led me somewhere I am supposed to be?
I needed to find a doctor. Too cold to stay out for long, and to slow to detail all I feel. My feet are numb and my motivation is drifting, as I follow heartless pavement through the tall steal alley ways. Finally I duck and disappear under the sign whose words are obscured by the night and harsh street light. Inside the carpet is stiff and my clothes are damp. I hear comments on my distressed gray face and crumpled stature. I scan the room for anyone I recognize. Theres a virulent fear that keeps me moving. How many hours have yet to go by? Scruched up in a seat in the corner I sit down beside It was early morning after the night shift, the damp air rides the surrounding trees. I may have gone down the wrong road. They’ve cut pull outs along the road scrapping dirt out in all directions. I should make a few calls to find out where I am, but instead I make my way up to a small wood house with the door missing,I set down my things on the sofas’ brown bruised cushions. The furniture all could be cataloged as anachronistic, and the deep cracks in the wood floor did not ease the impression. “Its all about a way of describing and pinning down just what “It”(vague unlabels incomprehensible ambiguities are to be sorted out of that head of your”“hence the term “Regula” the froth of your mind, it demands attention and most importantly restriction and reconstitution.“If it feels like it can go on and on and on, forever…hold your horses and put a stop to it, cause something odd is going on, if all you believe requires a leap forward and the compulsion to continue past your uncertainty, into a realm of what a random word generator would call tumbling dice.” Who comes up with this stuff anyways…certainly not you, what an actor playing his circumstances to assume he comprehends what order he is in and to make matters worse its not letting him down. A crack winded half brained hair brained faulty wired and un orthodox example of a half baked schemes’ disasterously unexpected unfolding outcomes.An empty wind. Some one sitting on an undeniable stable corner, where no other options can permeate it’s back walls. Downplayed forgotten and left to stir