Moment

What a view.

A necessity it may seem, in a dream nowadays, that the report is due on Monday, the deadline was reached four days ago, and you’ve enticed your readers with the sultry presence of fabled outer limits danced upon for data astrophysicists will drool over.

“What a hike….”

What an awful thing dedicated to a cause bloody red claws to revolt with,

I never thought reached such a—

No wonder the fates showed up late, temporarily dealt me this seclusion as I ponder this debilitatingly stunning conclusion

“How far away you think that liner is”

Overgrown light post abandoned on a cliffside,

Vast scenic view off the map as they all should be, throwing out my previous existential answer, greeting the moon, failing to disturb the zombified coastline probably bitten by whatever the hell slumbers in the crawling jungle, pondering, is it the wind or an exhale?

Ten months of training to make the drive on the island’s time and the hundred-foot drop with a blown bulb extension out of commission since World War II.

“Ooh, I think it wobbled….”

Last of god’s secret plan, hidden in code, the stray cloud

festering an otherwise vacant yet divided plain as the moon springs from the horizon.

“Don’t forget the missing step….!”

Stars sprinkled betwixt the waves mocking the nothingness like a mirrored illusion capped like a Hefeweizen,

Visual known only by shhh, legends passed down the cadet generations, mainly the shifty cretins freshly refurbished from the misfit pile….

Railings rusted for rookie-level bets over loogie arches out of contact range for a blissful diner amid manager’s searching for the staff gone astray,

The Island Scene shrunken to its appropriate perspective

“Geez, one more picture….”