399: Startle the Heavens
by Danny James
We climbed with Olympian vigour and reserves of immortality, with speed tearing space and time. From our astral thread fell away the stars and comets attempting to overtake. We brushed an outer ceiling and dared the edges, fatiguing Nature and contesting the rules of our make, waging a war worth all the while on the human bargain. We scorched the lands and startled the heavens, bounding with such force that each stride caused the Earth to groan and shudder beneath us, staggering in its cosmic sling attempting to stabilize.
We plunged unrestrained into what depths required us; physically, intellectually, spiritually and wholly. Our smiling mouths filled with dust. Our brows bore the struggles mark; eyes, glazed the reward lust of a reaching gasp, a leap across the chasm of an everyday existence, a hard-fought climb to the spires of our contents; A final attempt at one moment of everlastingness. One waned of resource, does feed by the exert of it. To seek and strive extracts the essentialness of the situation at hand and on the road, you hollow out on and something else, something more glorious and spirit preserving replaces what is spent. The depletion seems to be on a parallel trajectory to what is built and the more difficult, perilous and costly the ascension, the firmer a resolve to overcome is driven up from the depths. When the only finitude recognised is what holds within. When close to the heart sits a hunger that will not be covered over or silenced but engages energies otherworldly in the full pursuit of its own exhaustion.