As he reached into the air he said “Screen” and began typing. The Dynagram played the song and reached back into memory. Now I know what a house of cards falling down is like. Seems like every chance you get you want to take it. But now I don’t know. The tables are turned. I can’t make up my mind. And the uncertainty is killing me. The road is fast turning downhill. The momentum is not just snowballing but exploding. It seems I’m headed for great riches or total disaster. Or maybe both in some completely unexpected way.
And I so long for my lost love. Lost these infinite seeming time capsules. One bleeding into the other. But I do have friends. And their certainly not ghost typing. Yea, I said it. But at least I’m willing to listen. There’s a lot to be said knowingly. I hear waves crash against the shore and reality seems to blink. What the hell am I feeling. I didn’t sign up for pure pain that I can remember. This can’t be happening to me. But the pain subsides and my vision clears revealing immense unexplored territory. I choose to step into the abyss. Memories cascade. Dreams vie for attention. Leaves scatter in the Autumn wind.
I walk down a path of crystal scattered light
This was written at a time in my life of great transition. I had left the women who I had intended to marry and shortly after the company I worked for was falling apart. I was also reading a great deal of science fiction by Roger Zelazny https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Zelazny I was subsequently released from my job and started my own company and hired one of my former bosses in one of life’s unexpected and rewarding turn about’s. The company lasted only 3 and a half years for though being a very good electronics tech I was not a business man.