Norrolith

A rivet screams past my ear, then another. Thin strips of metal peel themselves from the surface and form molten splashes on the asphalt. My ears hear strange melodies, and the I-beam crumbles and half of it screams away down the highway. I lower my hands and focus on the half that remains. In the back of my head I feel the pressure already. With a keening shower of spark I take of the outermost layer. It's a three inch thick slice off the top. Unacceptable. I clear my head, try to remove all my thoughts of powerlessness and replace them with cold certainty. I begin again, two inches, and again. The power singing through my finger tips is sw

The rumbletruck is brightly colored with banners and pennants streaming from it's sides. For the longest time it shows no sign of slowing and I wonder how the market will make good on it's promises. But then a figure appears on the front of the rumbletruck, and starts to fiddle with the sensor pits. Suddenly the engine noise changes and it sways to one side and then another before making it way  out of the ruts. The massive wheels grind to a halt and the pennants droop.  Suddenly there is a silence as the engine stops.  For a beat no one moves but then there a cheer and the crowd surges forwards.  Ladders are thrown down and people start to c

I could take myself to to pieces lay them out in shining rows. I could buff and polish every cog and silver jangling spring. I would put myself together fit all these pieces back inside. Intricate clockwork patterns like lace in iron and brass. But something wouldn't go, and I would stay a statue. It's in the blueprints, nothing I can change. The- My parts are greater than the whole.

It's not absentminded It's just the world is new. Habitual surprise, unrequited delight. In a never ending moment Clarity, unnecessary. Cunning ambiguity, renders mundane novelty. Is the sky white, the clouds blue? Civilizations rise constrained to medians by passing gods. Roof edge pigeons call their meetings to order and line up in solemn files.

Syncopated sidewalks, streetlights in semaphore it goes on for blocks and leaves me wanting more. Mark time with reflections, and the faces of others. For just a little attention it's something new altogether. Skylines, highways bus stops and gridlock perfectly everyday, from eight to nine o'clock.