Just like Apocalypse Now, heavy breath 1, 2, 3, controlled and focused.
Descending steps sounding loud and crisp, only deep reflection floating on top.
In the mind a painting appears, dark, mysterious.
Black and Tan.
Light too in the center.
Don’t disturb this.
A heavy white page is now turning.
A story that reads front to back and back to front.
No explanation or talking needed.
Sudden revelations emerge but it’s too sudden and too revealing.
Turning another page now.
Apocalypse Now by Frankie Laufer
