I heard the loud gossip. The unremitting implacable voice that bled tyranny without a purpose. The dangling nuances floated like dandelion leaves weaving themselves intricately in the still practically still air. Soon the caterwauling traversed the Ivy walls and permeated a culture. The perceived sin was a stain and the accuser with a letter opener divulging it’s contents with savage alacrity.
Pretty soon more bees appeared humming innuendo in consonance, breeding a fomenting tide. The woodchucks were building a dam to a pent up rage. Finding philosophy, clarifying perceptions and sustaining the crackling whip.
Now the tide’s foams where churning, this mass moving forward in soliloquy followed by a sneeze. The steady hum of ceiling fans and the bubbling cauldrons of digestion echoing about. Terse abeyance with the clicking clock, this momentary lapse in a long and counterproductive day.
White linen appeared, as a Praying Mantis praying her sublime ode with perfume and the perfunctory slap of heavenly quiet. Reckoning not with shackles but a compromised self-image, the progression of a pendulum, striking the atavistic cheek with a dose of reality. The Victim like the Swan apoplectic at it’s good fortune, humbly then cast aside the hurt in favor of a favorable outlook. Exonerated and unimpeachable joyfulness like the bells of a church chattering.
To a pastoral scene within a dream of Tanzanite Blue and the shifting sands of time to a reverence and the hand of God looking kindly, prodding, reassuring. You are safe, feel the cascading waterfalls wash away ordinary blame… Resolved…..