One Day Behind Me

              I have been left behind. Behind what? It looms ahead, terrible and unforgiving. Like in the dream, I dare not approach IT.  No further than my shadow, but twice as fast. Like when you AND the light move, but more. More elusive. So much so, possibly doesn’t exists. Does God? Big Foot? Not fair you say. Okay, how about money? You? Be real now. You don’t follow? You have been left behind. Damn, it happens all the time.

              The carrot looks swell, does it not? Look carefully. And you missed it. Damn, again. You didn’t see the gorilla? Too bad, he was holding the keys to the kingdom. Long live the queen. A puppet is indeed real. Real consistent, that self-actualized poster child. I prefer Pinocchio before the Terrible Dogfish, as the honest and predictable figure he was. He wore his nose on his face. His innocence was lost to Geppetto, that poor old wooden head.

              Am I running away from or towards that terrible, unforgiving thing? It depends on which way I look. The old particle and wave wives’ tale has no place here. The cat is dead and that’s that. On this singular track I put my foot down; my back turns to nothing but the corner. What is in the corner? Your origin, all along. The single spot in space in which you were created. In that one and very single instant, you did not feel the need to watch your back, so you turned it. You knew for certain what was done, and what must be. The past is behind you, so you think. If he was real, why not now? That can’t be, so you turn and run. Very natural. But where from that point, were you left behind? How far before you started running? Why are you running? From what? The shot was fired and everyone started running, except for the poor fellow with his brains blown out. It happens all the time. It is just a game, liked Catan (AHHHHH) or something. But in all seriousness, I do hate you. I didn’t make you play the game, but I’ll fucking kill you if you don’t trade me some sheep. Nose Goes!  Damn, you missed it.