LovetruckerNight on Black Mountain
October 12th 2008 13:16
The desert gave way to hilly terrain and a night of struggle, overshadowed by stormclouds of dark ressurection and the rolling thunder of melancholy. A black mountain crawed into view, stealthily, although I always knew it lay on the edge of my internal world, and emerged a monstrous god of rock.
Half way up I gave up and waited for deliverence, but only got indifference. The canvas of displeasure was painted out below, from the mountain to the sea and I could see a tiny truck on its eternal way. In the distance, a horde of birds erupted from the coast, screehing their black intent they headed to my eyrie. I could only wait and meet whatever fate decreed.
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