Walking Manstroh
Jul. 10th, 2004 11:15 pmI have so far to walk still through the endless forest. The road stretches out before me, a gash between the tightly packed pines. These thin sticks with their short branches offer no shade to those on the plain earth track, they just serve to cut off any sense of progress. I've had no rest here alone, I'm walking manstroh. A smooth walk, but weary, every step made as light as possible because it feels like a thousand.
Manstroh is that state on the edge between sleep and death, dream and wakefulness, that place where every action seems wrapped in cotton. Weighted down with feathers of the finest lead. It is not at all a good place because it is so easy to walk right into death's land without even realizing it. The ground has begun to look so very kind even though I lift up my feet and keep going, not giving into plodding along. I know that staggering would take as much effort to cover a yard as a long legged walk will take for three. I walk on ringing in my ears, please let me get there soon.
For then I can rest and leave behind the awful half sleeplessness of going on manstroh as the moon rises.
(I'm not sure where this bit came from.)
Manstroh is that state on the edge between sleep and death, dream and wakefulness, that place where every action seems wrapped in cotton. Weighted down with feathers of the finest lead. It is not at all a good place because it is so easy to walk right into death's land without even realizing it. The ground has begun to look so very kind even though I lift up my feet and keep going, not giving into plodding along. I know that staggering would take as much effort to cover a yard as a long legged walk will take for three. I walk on ringing in my ears, please let me get there soon.
For then I can rest and leave behind the awful half sleeplessness of going on manstroh as the moon rises.
(I'm not sure where this bit came from.)
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Date: 2004-07-11 06:20 am (UTC)I try never to talk about what I'm writing until I'm so close to being done that it won't matter.
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