Twitch MacTweakquirk looks over his shoulders so
nervously and speaks so loud, he walks in the center of the pack and tries to prove he's within the
norm, he isn't the eye of the storm just a minute
tragedy, he is a disaster in the making. Another
soul spitting sick
smoke so black and yellow,
spinning downward, falling from flight despite his known ability to
fly. But his
ungracious fall ends peacefully, feet first.
He watches the
universe begin,
When
he takes a bath,
or in the
meteor shower,
his life just stumbles
through the twisted jungle that is his habitat, comfort like a massive hatched smashedin his back, skull split and cracked, but it's just another wild illusion,
psychopathic
hallucination, like a
lab rat gripping these institutional bars, the
cage he lives in is his
nation. A space station refugee, or native earthling, he feels the natueal pull of seasons birthing fall summer and spring.
But the story switches from allegory to
fable in the short stint between
birth and maturity, thus begins the sacred search for
purity.
"He worries me,"
His
mother says,
Her eyes hurt so badly
From
crying for
love when she didn't have any.