Thursday, October 13, 2011

Combustion

Fire and rust.  The rusting leaves, the burning oil.  All oxidizing in a brilliant flame.  Leaves and petroleum, the rocks speak.  The autumn leaves blaze and burn, and a motorbike surfs among the confetti zooming tiny explosions of forgotten trees.  Bringing the present to life, burning the past.
West Virginia this weekend, through a flaming forest forged in the Pleistocene.

Friend John sends a tiny text message from the North Slope of Alaska.  Finding more - faint black all powerful sunblood from under the rocky hood.  Stethoscope to the ground.  "Up all night talking to the slope.  Drilling a well, hit an unseen fault last night at 2am.  Chaos.  Awesome."

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