a minimal subliminal cyclical redundancy

meanderings by rm dustin

This place I deposit thoughts, E-noodlings where my synapses have coagulated recent perceptions. There are no absolutes. Like all manifestations it has had its evolutionary moments. This is the latest. There will likely be more...

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Name: RM Dustin
Location: Pugetropolis North

I live with many free thinking, free spirited, patriotically challenged, religiously void life-jesters here in and around the delta, scattered in-between the tributaries of the Skagit, peppering the hillsides, or burrowed into micro valleys. They are my friends; spirits entwined, layered, and folded within this realm where aboriginal and Norse lore meld amongst the mists sent inland by salted surges. I am not here by chance.

10/25/05

puget sound muffled…


the wet season smothers crannies
trapping the dark and dank within
rarely torrential
a mostly subtle soaking
heavy air soup evokes an imaginary gravity

previously set ultra violet moods recede
an infectious sullen laden mist
applies a dull gloss on that
which was once waxed and deflective
absorption rules the day

fluff blankets resting on tree tops
and waterlogged shingled roofs
entraps escape oriented mental diversions
reflection turns inward
imploded thoughts trigger mutual discontent

I crawl beneath the canopy
the weighted pressure forces me earthward
nearest that from which I was spawn
as the collective descriptive ricochets through mediums
depressive
stagnant low
gloomy
damp
moldy
cold
...I find sanctuary

maximum winged busses transport those beleaguered
suffering too long a lapse from the solar cerebral ecstasy
slowly climbing upward through the fluff blanket
turbine propelled for optimal lift
forcing a breach in the envelope
that traps their tortured souls

the migration is seasonally prime
supply and demand justified
as credit card limits burst
the salvation of relief is but temporary

yet I sit here cleansed
water rolling off my back
rinsing the grime of life by default
I radiate the residuals of nourishment
as does the ultra green flora against the gray backdrop
I become thusly contrasted
my pores like the trickling streams swell with delight
man made pollutants flow from us to the sea
and when this is all said and done
I will in time be ready to soak up some sun

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