paramount

The challenge of the sky is keeping the story straight. We weaken the words we use as they learn to work us. All these syllables saying where to look. The same to tell you what you’re seeing. From the sky blue sky to starry night, the clarity obscures.

The challenge of the spell is getting the timing right. The wind up words, the clockwork will, the wiring built to bear the declaration. We are the easiest part of the enchantment. The meat made of dreaming aches to agree. Tick tock, soup stock, the light of the intersection. The giddy ghost always just around the corner. The magic just in time to talk you through it.

The challenge of the word is marathons by the mouthful. The only time it gets a breath is when its said. Depending on ears and fingers. Fighting endlessly against the drift of fleeting animals. Turning the world to ruin tripping off the tongue.