The Journey of the Fool 0-2

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I was born with heart palpatations like the charge of a locamotive chugging through my chest.

I needed to scream. I needed to wail. My exit from the womb was adrenaline waiting to rest.

When the noise stopped I sat upon a hollow log, listening to silence.

I brushed the dust from my pointed shoes. I collected myself.

All at once I noticed how one side of my tunic glistened like blood under oxygen, red and shimmering and the other balanced with the light of the sun. I was energy. I was fire.

I would not wait for an older thing to chance upon me,

to take me from coals and save me from immortal adventures.

My sudden rise caused the bells to jingle upon my cap. I smiled at their happy sound.

I tripped. I barrelled careens and twists over waterfalls. I journeyed.

And fell.
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I landed with skin slicing jauntily across my cheek.

The earth beneath my hands was rough and rock. I felt pain.

Upon standing,

I saw that the world was a force in metamophosis

by virtue of my mere presence.

I kicked tiny pebbles. I jack-sawed flowers from their roots.
I was power. I was light.

I lunged over pathways, non-roads, not caring where they led,

Because I knew they would lead me somewhere.

For days I was a wheel turning. I was change and creation and choice.

Until the the coin slanted upon its last roll, spinning,

bobbing as a cork;

and then lay flat, dreaming.

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Day dreams and night dreams

are completely different in their conception.

The darkness invokes possibilities you never thought possible.

Sleep slaughtered fruit so rype that the juice leaked over my lips.

The sweetness got away from me,

twisted in spirals until a woman stood.

Her face was the moon.

She was change without me.

I was terrified with excitement and joy.

I saw how her shades differed from mine.

I wanted to catch them in a golden net like butterflies or adulterers.

If only I could make her mystery mine.

I did not know if she would love me or devour me for a feast.

Before I could discover her motives,

I was lifted from subconscious by arms and coos.

I was pulled into weeping.

I was set lovingly into thrown and scepter.