The Bookshop Sessions #16

Ka Ka

Ka Ka

Last night I spun around to shake off these black boots. There was a heavy thud as some mud fell into the gutter. I looked up. It pours. Crying a flood way more than years before. In the fourth year tour of the fully conscious sun, he met the feared door left open by another. Only his mother came to see. Locks. Left. Light.

The near floor, hears scores. A creaking door made of deathwood. Scratches left in its dark grain. Broken hinges and a ream of paper lodged in between. I once caught my throat in that world. Lost in the years before. Not knowing. 

At age four, I knew there was more than the mess of wading through. The clock strikes two. I have no choice. Dance with the heartless. 

The ecstasy dies and the prince of darkness hands me my paper and pen. 

I lift up and aim at my men. 

Carving out in big bold letters.

¡START DIGGING!

Now it’s clear from the last flight and the sights seen. Lightning strikes. There’s a bright beam. Passing through, the lights green. I’m taken to this fire burning on top of a mountain. Surrounded by rice fields.

I can hear the running and screaming. 

Now I know how the rice feels.

For the guards of imperial doors, this was a yearly score. Working hard to crush;

Lao TZUUU, and the chosen few. They notice you out of the many for it’s only you sat on heavens floor with a belly full of swords. 

Unfortunately, this was a fortunate war for the war-torn souls, touched by no mudder.

As for the nomads of Great Ma’s mountain, this was the beginning of another end. A story through the gates into… 

Night scene;

A new mooring, sits you, and the bamboo boat. Struggling to stay afloat. You welcome the warmth. Feel the heat on your back from the blaze behind as you sit to be sat. 

Scene cut. This long haired dude sat next to, sporting some wooden clogs and a red ribbon that ties down the burning ends of his phoenix hair flicks. He shuffles over, so you can see there’s a fire reflected in the eyes of his mire dream.

*beat*

A whisper comes into the dead of the night, setting alight this fire mountain scape.

I come to land with no choice of escape 

*beat*

Oh

Who?

You!

With seconds left

I leap in, look down. Then around to realise 

I am!

The man from the mountain, who started this fire. It took years and years before even the higher highers saw…

There was a door 

Exploring a name you’ve never been called, 

Ka ka

Ka ka