It was the longest stairway. Its length ran from the sky to lower than the ground. Constructed of granite; its origin is unkown. We descended, lower than the clouds. Here we found the steps now hung ragged; we were alone. We could no longer be lead lower than the ground. We asked the wind, ‘How do we reach our place?’ The wind howled and crumbled more of our footing.
We awakened the wrong memory and now fumble for our mind. -M. Taggart
Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood. -M. Taggart.
copyright M. Taggart.
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Look how safe we are. The key turns then the lights are on. The belt is placed around us and the child is in the back seat. It’s the most safe place to be. The doctors say not to eat red and also not to drink. The church tells us to love God and to know him best we can. The sinner says we can’t know him unless we take what he has. Then we know too much and God forgot to tell them the rest of the story. The key turns then the lights are on. It’s a safe vehicle. The child watches as the safe vehicle pulls from the drive and then the child closes the door. The child is now alone with the ones who thought of creating the safe vehicle. The sinner is upstairs waiting to show.
Let us not-
We’re in a fine cadence-
To awaken is most unkind-
An odd apple fell onto a lap. The lap was among many whom don’t understand. They shook the apple off. They felt it was grossly misshapen and discolored. The apple was confused and rolled along the ground. The apple wondered if abandonment is large enough to include.
Who ought to take? One is here and the other too. Not two. That’s different and the smoke doesn’t clear and the shower goes on and we see it’s not smoke and that it’s steam. Door won’t lock. Or, it did, and now doesn’t, and the floor sees what it wants. Then one forces it to stop. It’s much later and the other wants to know.
“You stole that apple!” the girl yelled.
The boy’s face was covered in dust. He was chewing.
“You stole that.” She pointed and looked for others to also see.
“You did too.”
The day had started and it was bad. Clouds were forming early and the sun was too hot. People rushed and pushed. The cement was being filled with more and they wanted to know. The boy was chewing rapidly to be rid of it all.
“You can’t even talk. Look at you. You’re covered in dirt and you stole the apple and you can’t say more than no.” she again pointed and looked over her shoulder and they mounted.
There’s a place to view. It’s beneath the floor. If you know this, it’s you. If another lays their head on this floor and finds your place, what then? We dove deep and saw much and now we ask the floor, “Why did you betray us?” and the floor replied, “We also were betrayed. Can you help?” It was early morning and the floor felt cool on the face. The floor shouldn’t be speaking but there wasn’t anyone else to ask.
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Guys when you’re looking back wondering why your daughter is holding the hand of another man and calling him Daddy also, please see. When you left her mother crying in the bathroom. When she’d asked for you to stay and to talk. When you closed the door and felt the weight lift from your shoulders and felt you’d never seen the steps so clearly. When you slammed your truck door and felt alive again and slammed on the gas and tore from the driveway and left them all. Hindsight is within reach if you see.