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Lead Pendulum

(C)Tom Maltby 2005

The world had grown heavy, a yoke on my shoulders, a lead pendulum stilled at the core of my will. If Descartes had been on the right track, and other people were an elaborate illousion created entirely for my bemusement or torment, wouldn't some of the conversations be of interest? The time had come to blow this taco stand, to shake a hoof, to change metaphors.

I knelt on the mountaintop and raised my arms to cradle the sky; without contradiction to pardon and to embrace the turmoil of the stormclouds roiling overhead. The world hum came through me. Old, growling, sonorous, it coiled up from the cave chewed bones of these hills, snarled land that was old before Pangea was sundered. The thunder hesitated in me, rending my frame with sympathetic frequential echoes of the ticking of the earth clock, then raged upward to the rag-torn elemntals of wind and water.

Lightning answered, sliding to me a liquid highway of electric blue, the moment frozen within its radiance. Fire who spoke first to me returned last to fill my corners. I opened myself to its wisdom; conduit too for the sky power returned to the wet earth beneath me.

Finally I could see.