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10/15/17 free write

April and Angela frequented the sidewalks when it rained to catch a glimpse of the sewers.  Only on certain days, those elite, was when the thing that hid in the sky allowed them to catch of what was going on- “up there”- places we only dream about, that lie in the backs of the heads of people who are waiting for the next thing in their life that they can’t get past- maybe a swim party, maybe the next inauguration of a vice president that had a past life of a monkey (because he would swing from truth to unknown truth).  Angela would kneel down on the cement and place her hand over the water- hovering- until the soul in her couldn’t take it anymore, and she reached zenith (like her and her friends did from time to time, and then they were alright), and she stuck it beneath the water, and for a split second the two levels became one, until the cognition within Angela realized that that wasn’t possible.  And then Angela looked into the eyes of April, and they smiled and laughed, in those instances when rain was still falling; and they would hold out their hands and spin around and shout like only the rain drops where listening; and they would watch as the water ran like a cheetah through the lines of the sewer, and they felt the rush that flowed below them, near Hades, where Persephone remained, waiting to be rescued.  And they knew the energy was there, the type that no one but them new because they could feel the clarity that lied over the smooshed red and orange leaves, that almost clogged the sewer.  And they wanted to be under the street, in the tunnels that twisted and turned beneath them, so that they wouldn’t have to face the blinding sun, early on such mornings, when they would wait for the school bus, where by remained a drain by the curb, where the “other” type of water fell, into the same hell, but a different division- the drain by the bus was where one could, for half a moment, get a glimpse of where people remained in hell, the type of hell where stayed people that died unfairly, and the other sewer, the one where Angela and April remained at that moment, was where they could, in the energy of flowing water into the almost unknown, catch a glimpse of where those people stayed in hell, fairly: because they had no soul. 

And Angela felt the cold of the water rush over her hand, and in response she would smoosh the leaves, and they would feel like glue, or clay, only because they lost their former state of crispiness, but they were still beautiful; their deep color contrasting with the grey of the cement and the metal of the sewer.  And when the rain would fall too hard for them to stay by the sewer, the would run, and shout, until they got to the gazebo at the park, because they still didn’t want to go home, and they would sit on the bench of the gazebo and watch the parallel lines of rain hit the ground, like the bars that made sure the gazebo’s ceiling remained above the open area, that remained above a floor that was marked by footprints that looked like arrowheads, or deformed crosses, until the truth hits them so hard (that this would never end) (until the rain stops) that they fall into a trance until they fall asleep, in the gazebo, on the floor.  And as soon as they fell asleep they dreamt a dream where they found each other again, but this time around the rain that amazed them so rose from the ground, and its strength and aggravation made it so that they couldn’t enjoy it so, because they didn’t want to get thrown in the sky, as if the lines of streaming rain were arrows, and they were only safe in a tree house that had a sign above the rope that led to the safe part of it, saying “Only for those that don’t have adequate shelter.”  And they waited and waited until they realized that they had nowhere to go, because the sandman in the back of their heads made it evident (you know, that thing when you have a dream and you know stuff you wouldn’t if you were awake?) that there was no place to seek shelter but the gazebo.  So then, Angela and April tried to fall asleep- just to get back to consciousness, and when they fell asleep they woke up in another gazebo, and they realized that they couldn’t get to the second thing without anticipating the third, so they fell asleep, because now cognitively they had no place to go.  And that is where they remain.

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