THERE IS NO SAFE PLACE TO GO. I SHOULD KNOW.
Jack and Jill
Another drenched jack to put up his hand and be counted among the ones who have created this world. Jill gets off her knees and stands beside her man, her stone foundation on which she will stand and make her savior. They raise their hands together, while their other wet hands meet and hold each other. They are part of the intelligence that makes this magma orb spin along on its downward way. Is the world spinning in the right direction or is it going clockwise? Maybe it use to be counter, and the reason we think this is error is because it happened long before we thought ourselves up. Jack and Jill are correct. How could they be wrong when they walked out of the water, a lake as clean as a spoon and clear as Jill's eyes, sparkling more then a crystal lie ever could. They'll be together forever, a built perfect match. Each piece built for its other and each word built for its counterpart. What happens when their skin dries? What happens if the gears rust and the power source give out? Does she still care? Does he still love? Does the world break down and start spinning the wrong way? I mean, the right way? Wait, maybe the other way? Don't worry little one, Jack and Jill found other built perfect matches, but then the same thing happened. Then they found more built perfect matches and more, until the world spun so many ways that I had to find a new home. Were you expecting some else little one? It's still happening, but I don't know much. I just know I'll make it.
Jack and Jill II
Day by day, each way that they could, they would. They promised each other that. Walking around the world that they stood up and created, along with the millions of other Jacks and Jill's. Each second that they moved and slept and cried, they knew it was an instrument of fate... or hate, or both. They never understood why it was like this, they never understood why the water spun the right way and they never understood why the magnets didn't attract anymore. Two more sods after what they wanted, thinking that the stars were their light and their minds were their kite. Jack has another girl he calls his other self, and Jill has another machine she calls her new foundation. Everyone knew what Jack and Jill wanted, well, since one are all. But somehow they didn't feel complete. And with each statue she broke and with each machine he laced, it all got colder. Thee fluid froze then the ground broke open. They didn't want to be ignored. Loved or hated, but never ignored, their motto for life.
The gears moved the legs and the artificial emotions leaked out their purpose. A squeaky cog clacked and roared. The bag of flesh pushed on and came to a stop. Jack and Jill had become what they were, the beautiful ones, the chosen ones, the only ones left. Why? How? Now? They couldn't believe it. No one left to pay attention. Not that there was anything to pay attention to. They saw their purpose in each other's eyes. They saw nothing. But they saw what they didn't know or want to see. There had been no one before they had found each other. Their entire world was in their heads...or at least in mine. How could they be living in the same life? Well, I wouldn't know. Did you really expect an ending? I'm still on my way home, wherever that is.
© Patrick Gibbon/Alchemist Design
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