Chapter 2 --
Mindtuning (Some Sound)
In fluorescent
moonlight swims the city skyline like a carnival, washing time with green, yellow, and red
blinking lights advertising merchandise, with people moving to and fro like cattle in a
concrete pasture. Slim and tall metal men stand evenly spaced along the streets like
gargoylish guards, holding in their iron claws neon orbs to dispel the darkness. The
enemy, darkness, hovers outside the pasture and frightens the cattle. The neon fireballs
burn to illuminate strips of pavement for metal chariots like ancient straw torches once
burned along the edges of subterranean passageways to light paths of men. These chariots,
screaming devils, speedily carry members of the herd to destinations within the concrete
pasture. There seems to be much hurry. Members of the herd travel from one place to
another without ever leaving the concrete pasture. The entire conglomeration of blinking
lights, metal men, pavement, cattle, and chariots-- even the concrete-- almost burp in
contented self-sufficiency. The contented burp sounds day and night as the herd
multiplies and the concrete pasture grows and grows. A red aura, waves of fear, emanates
from the conglomeration. The red aura glows as the concrete pasture expands even more.
Death, like a germ in a lab culture, thrives on the aura of fear, until both death and
fear are fused into an intense terror of death-- i. e., a death-causing terror. Chariots
often smash into each other, concrete walls
c r u m b
l e
c r um b l
e and
collapse
collapse
collapse
collapse while strips
of pavement crack in chaotic zig-zag patterns.
The herd itself is constantly replaced.
In the solar night the earth city sparkles like rosy
carnival glitter. So twirl, night of racing clouds, twirl. I scatter my words like
picked petals. I feel wild winds caress my soul. Sail on them too if you would like to fly
for once. Go now, tender friends whom I touch but for a moment, embrace sparkler cities as
you go, and weave through the wooded mainland solidly framing her restless waters. Land
upon a pink-hued tropical rainforest and lay upon the white and golden brown shores. Sail,
sail the foamy waves and feel your wind-blown hair. Then come to me again.