and beneath
as stricken eyes on stalks salt
fade in fade out fade in..
the shock-proof sole
lifts the raised boot
in mid-air grandly hovers
to allow a generous time to admire its topography
a genie made from ingots of pure bats
always fullly engaged and ready to strike
again
again for again
for fun
for because..
you know..just because..
again for again
the boot lifts off the trampled face
yet still presses and compresses
the will partially velied reveals itself imperial
it is imperial..
for the sole bifurcates its phantom mind
the suffocating hidden hand
its greater force
an unreachable will with all its dreamed devices
almost supernatural
forever unquenchable..
the lifted foot delivers
and occasionally prods and appraises
then lifts
no relief so temporary..
and five and four and three and two and one..
and one..and one..
..and one..
..and one..
more waiting
the waiting ritual..
then the weight thuds and crashes down again
landing the everest feather
its sweet brushing kiss avalanche..
the tragic face beneath contemplates the sole-mind
cobras and vipers the raw open nerves whiplash crack electric
waves overlap and wash over
ripple cascade riptide obliterate
fearful convulsions gush through the body
another lamb
another lamb as stiff as a board as limp as a sacrificial rag doll..
as the eyes latch on and stare up at the sole
the zero countdown to one
waiting and waiting
completely transfixed
miles and miles of open road
the pressurised space between collapses
contorts to the nothing harpsichording
as the beatings continue
the tautening space amid the sobbing silence
for the pleasure of the remote control..
little can transfix like pure fear
the mind of the sole cannot be reasoned with
its perverse purity manifests myriad
insatiably gorges on the pulsing numbness
an energy vampire
the hate and contempt made of ice and fire
in the vacuum cooks and stirs
and adds helplessness to taste..
the waterfalling eyes stare fixedly at the sole
it is in this waiting
that the never-ending brutal initiation thrives
for the slow and deliberate destruction such waiting brings
in terror tracks the tracer fire ..
and again for again
as the boot lifts
tick tock tick tock tick..
the silence..
the rolling silence roars..
the rolling silence roars tick tock tick tock tick..
then..
then another landing
no more waiting
no more waiting..again..
the weight connects and clamps jaws down
as it rises
the sliver of relief stings
washes over and is so sickening
so maddening
more of the cruellest relief
music for the abuser to savour
twisted empathy of the sociopath
holds a timer that melts time
with the witness so numbed
intoning it is all in the mind
you do not feel it after a while..
the driven boot
floats weightless
the lake of the grey swan
the mindless mind murderous
the outward gaze inward
a dark spaceship in zero gravity sipping the black hole of its night
heavy and empty
landing the weight of this planet
as light as a feather
everest feather..
the sole
of a superlative gymnast
the goliath treading so lightly
the ballet dancer with his steel boots on
toys endlesly
one big and endless pulverisation
the traction for the infinite initiation..
splinters shatter
the living dead graveyard of the shards shape the vast desert mosaic
open road territory
the sole of the boot then lifts and floats and hovers
again for again
silently enquiring guess when..
guess when..
guess when..again..
again for again
where all numbers repeat as one..
..one..
..one..
