the road princess & eternity

https://clydecaldwell.com

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As she stood on the side of the highway

with her thumb out

surrounded by cacti rocks and rattlesnakes

she continued to think about her last ride

the ride with the fortune teller

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The Road Princess and Eternity

a short novel

(free read)

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mystical phenomenology

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I see it in your eyes

Briefly on your belly

It’s there in splendor

The glorification of everything

& nothing at all

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Unlike embalmed scripture

You are living testament

Gobbling fish n’ chips

Heaven’s gate a chatter

Upon the threshold I swoon

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Rawclyde

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dancing with a dinosaur

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Going To The Chapel Of Love

by Rawclyde !

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The most beautiful

most ghoulish empress

on Earth

& I

so sly so wry

stood on the top

of a rock pinnacle so high

up there in the desert sky

her one thousand & one demonettes

so wily so crafty

could not answer why

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Above the panoramic valley of death

swayed her & I

her hair a furious flag of glory

the hat on my head a miracle

that would not blow away

in the blow-torch wind that

scorched wounded & branded our souls

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The view at our feet

shrank crucifixions & ghost towns

into nothing for nobody but ants

this wild escarpment of God stretched

around the planet & bumped

the back of the head as

we stood there

on the verge of slow dancing

but just holding hands instead

our eyes wide open to

truth

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Clouds eye-balled by like

thick novels

their pages fluttering to the climax

in a matter of seconds

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A passing eagle dropped a feather

into me’ lady’s other hand

the great bird snapped her wing

& was gone

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Diana stuck her new eagle feather into my miracle hat

I became Chief Hopping Rabbit

but we still didn’t dance

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We only stood there

quietly contemplating the journey before us

then I said to her

“Ready?”

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She  squeezed my hand

we leaped into the void

ghosts

we floated upward…

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text copyright Clyde Collins 2012

art copyright Boris Vallejo 1994

photo from short film “On New Years Eve”

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“the future is not ours to see”

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A Ghost Town Called Love

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entering barda

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sofia is brilliant she never fades

by those who love her she is readily

found

she anticipates those who desire her

by making herself known first

whoever gets up early to seek her

will have no trouble

but will find her sitting at the door

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meditating on her is understanding

in its perfect form

and anyone keeping awake for her

will soon be free from care

for she herself searches everywhere

for those who are worthy of

her

benevolently appearing to them on

their ways

anticipating their every thought

for wisdom begins with the sincere

desire for instruction

care for instruction means loving

sofia

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text by king solomon & elvis bojangles

art by kaleya at deviantart

& the strange design is by an anonymous artist

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knock knock:

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