the dark side of the rainbow

by coolazice

Posted to Stories on 2001-12-13 00:42:00

– sense. keeps us all in a big bundle
– why can’t i fear evil, father?
– you must learn to fear evil, son.

Today was as sour as the aftertaste of a grenade. With our hands in line we skipped towards the gate, merry as can be with happiness in our hearts.
– but you know it’s all going to end in tears, father.
Skipped and sang, until we ran out of songs to sing and we tapped out our heartbeats onto the grass.
– why was i born?
And the tapping led to dancing and the moon went up and all you felt was love in the spaces between everyone. With a full belly and
– a song in our hearts
we felt the creator and we were the creator, all-knowing, all-loving.

That was yesterday.

-Why does time exist at all? Can’t we just be he asked with a worried look and his father smelled the buddha in him.
Yass?
A phone call for the wise, the noble and
-even the prisoners, he cried.
-but only one, son.
-why only one?

And he had been born before with his curled feet, he was born in India, Scandanavia, Ireland and Mexico, all at once. They told him it was only one, just like the one nose you always had to smell with. But somehow they forgot about nostrils.
And now he was in his trip, his own reality, no one else’s, all just shades of the same colour.
– Red and Yellow and Pink and Green, Purple and Orange and Blue! they sang.
Why didn’t they understand him? Was he mad? Was the onset of scizophrenia something to be worried about or a new birth into the world? Why did he see these special people in white
-the men in white.
-the men
and asking, answering all goes on and on.
and the phone would always ring, he knew.
And then we were all happy but the others still didn’t understand, they couldn’t comprehend, and what did they pay the monkey man at the end, broken glass?
-and the night set in.
Was was I such a fool, was I he cried
Where was the boundary between the fiction and the fact? Were they all hiding behind me writing and pretending it would be alright?
-why was there ever an end?
-it never was an end, son.
-never a beginning?
-not one either.
-what about now?

and we looked up at the sky and saw my whole self, world included, shooting up at him, before it engulfed me and I understood.