A black sun is rising in the east, a polarized field of white and green light. It is a total absence. It brings the land in its expanse to a deeper spectrum end to end. Why the cognizance of the relative dissonance has staggered the median. There is a darkness on the horizon. Through cracks and breaks, the whispers of strangers who want to be friends, those with desire thrown hazardly aside. Reason comes to save one’s breath. It is the shadow in the corner that jumps out through the corner of the eye. It is the random clacking of old housing and fixture. It is the sullen memory that walks outside the door, repetitiously pacing the floor, its talons daintily scraping. Dimming roots flourish and expand. The necessity of weighed thinking transmuting itself into heavy breathing has fallen on this satellite. The broadcast that radiates through the air, pierces a sky that’s fallen short, looks on hopefully at the meandering dirigible down below. It knows fate has cast it into the heavens, given a chance to proceed at will, and it hopes as the heat expands, the voracious gasses will not soon ignite.
Weighted Thinking is written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.