Sunday morning coming down
Sep. 19th, 2005 02:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jack_babalonI wake up early, whether I like it or not, and realize it's Sunday and I don't have to go to work today. I just lay there in bed debating between masturbation and trying to go back to sleep. Instead I watch a stain of sunlight, spilling through a crack in the blinds, climb up the walls and disappear into the ceiling. I get up, piss, boil some tea, light a smoke and put on Coltrane's Love Supreme. Twenty minutes later and I grab my bike and hit the street. I zoom down (I love writting that word-Zoom) and make my way to the bike trail by Little Five. No ones out yet, the flocks of joggers are still nesting in their townhouses and the walking doomed still haven't made their way out of the cracks and corners they've been condemned to live in. Just me and my bicycle. I practice swerving in between the dividing lines, dodging pools of crushed beer bottles, hopping off minature cliffs of shattered pavement and gliding down steep hills pretending to be a pilot~
Sephira base, this is Geburah Squad leader. Mission complete i'm coming in....
...Squad leader, you are clear, engage tachyon throtle...(I do this in my poor imitation of a British accent)
...tachyon throtle engaged, I am now crossing the curve of infinity, paradigm shifting into eigenstate zero....
... you are clear for reality reemergence Squad Leader, Descend....
The wind splashes my face, the handlebars shake between my fists, the world curves into a tunnel of colors around me and i'm picking up speed I glide around a pothole and hit the upswing of a hill with enough momentum to carry me up it with minimum peddling. I take the peak of it as the sun shifts over the trees to light up the path ahead. I glide into the terminal point. The Corner of Boulevard & Freedom Parkway. This is my weekly (sometimes daily) pilgrimage. The skyline of Atlanta, a bouquet of office buildings & Highrises wrapped in a bow of highways. In front of all this is a large sculpture of Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. It is a larger than life silhouette of the man and his hand is reaching forward to the sky. This one little spot seems so symbolic of the city, of all cities really and of the people who make them up. I just sit on my bike for a few minutes, helmet cradled under my arm and I soak up the word silence within with the ambient sound of traffic all around me. My cellphone rings, though I don't answer it, it is enough to snap me out of my reverie. I strap the helmet back on, take a swig from my water bottle and take the long way home.
Sephira base, this is Geburah Squad leader. Mission complete i'm coming in....
...Squad leader, you are clear, engage tachyon throtle...(I do this in my poor imitation of a British accent)
...tachyon throtle engaged, I am now crossing the curve of infinity, paradigm shifting into eigenstate zero....
... you are clear for reality reemergence Squad Leader, Descend....
The wind splashes my face, the handlebars shake between my fists, the world curves into a tunnel of colors around me and i'm picking up speed I glide around a pothole and hit the upswing of a hill with enough momentum to carry me up it with minimum peddling. I take the peak of it as the sun shifts over the trees to light up the path ahead. I glide into the terminal point. The Corner of Boulevard & Freedom Parkway. This is my weekly (sometimes daily) pilgrimage. The skyline of Atlanta, a bouquet of office buildings & Highrises wrapped in a bow of highways. In front of all this is a large sculpture of Dr.Martin Luther King Jr. It is a larger than life silhouette of the man and his hand is reaching forward to the sky. This one little spot seems so symbolic of the city, of all cities really and of the people who make them up. I just sit on my bike for a few minutes, helmet cradled under my arm and I soak up the word silence within with the ambient sound of traffic all around me. My cellphone rings, though I don't answer it, it is enough to snap me out of my reverie. I strap the helmet back on, take a swig from my water bottle and take the long way home.
