Taking care to reach each crevasse and corner, bouncing the clouds on a basketball court, I make my way through. Questioning the answers that come with the test of time. Searching for the . Not wanting to fail this test. Slammed from the inside, I go to the pit, hurling bodies fly past me , I go flat, so I won’t be hit. Chewing and chatting through the chambers, Kick me in the ass, and make me hurry, get me through this test of time. Jingling in my pockets, jangling chains tether me to the past, slithering situations rise into view, curtailing my trip, testing my mind. Changing the course. Unfurling the stages of the reason why. Hanging the curtains to hide the light. Slipping into the dark, I hit bottom, I flex my thoughts to remove me from this challenge.
Magpie Mary will bake me a pie, filled with dripping nonsense and blood curdling cries,. Appetised, I hear the screams. Eating it up is the only way to quiet the sounds of destiny. I gorge myself of the pie, with delight, slurping the blood with a long tongue and a new eye, crunching through the bones, I finally lick the plate dry. Cast me off with your languid cries, I won’t hear them anymore. I am done with this test of time.
Chewed up and spit out, I tumble down the trail of mistakes, counting mine along the way. Too many to hold onto, I burn them in the hole, flames lick my face as I watch them die, the screams ignite the air, I cast them off without a farewell, too many mistakes to know the reason.