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"New Year's Amongst the Living"
This is our dream of endless endings, each breath clipped short, drawn in, clipped short, our faces turned into the pillows, forcing us to breathe through these filaments of flight, asphyxiated and reborn with each reversal of the wind.
We pop the cork from a bottle of sparkling wine and make our toasts to midnight and to transition and to new birth, the clink of glass upon glass upon glass resonating into harmonics, two notes superimposed into a single vibration wire, a single pulsation of air. We can hear this, these tiny waves and shifts in air pressure. We can distinguish them one from the next. We can hear the wind but we cannot see it and this, my friends, is the stranger side of paradise.
The witching hour slides through us, slipping like ether through the atoms of our bones and we stay 'til three, weaving through the endless cogs and cycles of our minds, peering down the narrow, winding alleyways of ourselves, lighting our way with questions: If you could stop time for everyone but yourself, what would you do? If you could resurrect one person from the pages of history and have them tell you the truth of their experience, who would it be? Of all the characters of fiction, which would you become? What do you want to do before you die?
The Zambezi River becomes wide and shallow, dotted with islands, before it plunges, headlong and sideways, into a deep cataract of space strewn with mist and winds and rock. This is Victoria Falls and I want to fly low over it someday, my body open to its wind, pulsing with its vibrations, its mist gathering on my eyelashes and on the hair of my forearms, clinging like a limn of earth beneath my nails.
Who was your first true love? And there she is before me, across this strange expanse of paradise, stuck in this dream of endless endings, her hair still long and thick and black, her eyes still bright and moist within their sockets, her being still made real in space. I pass, I say, out of respect for the living.
