From: intraphase@gmail.com

THE WHEEL OF TIME



Epilogue
Oceans in the Sky

As we climbed up the back side of Old Granite Face: I had
been sure to make The Hunter walk in front of me, so he couldn’t
pull any tricky final play. On the way here, driving up the back
country roads, the old blood red maroon Plymouth had backfired a
couple of times. The Wacky Older Brother had instantly patted
himself down; to make sure he hadn’t been shot. It reassured me,
that there were at least two of us, feeling the upcoming event.
We both gave each other that long, sorta, who knows what’s gonna
happen tonight, type of look.
When we had been on the ledge below Old Granite Face, in the
howling wind, for a half hour or so; I asked The Hunter if we
should ask The Wind for a respite. He played along just right,
the way he always played along with the whole crew, like the ever
over working fool that he was.
It was the opening. With great pomp and ceremony: I looked
about the tabled ledge we were on, listened to The Wind as it
howled and Gusted. I looked each member of The Crew in the eye,
low long and slow; then I turned to The Hunter.


Old Granite Face is in a valley.
The wind picks up speed as it crests the hills, and swirls
around the base of the rock platform; where the wind and rain,
have left Old Granite Face, resting.
The ledge we were on was just slightly below the bowl of
rocky outcroppings; that surrounded us in the distant horizon.
I was going to use extreme politeness as showmanship:
so I looked each warrior in the eye and said: “are you ready?”
Each and every member of the crew; except The Wacky Older
Brother, looked at me as if I was going round the bend for the
last time. And... You know... Maybe I was. It was kind of them to
humor me like that.
I said; “OK.” and paused before mumbling:
"Stand back a little bit." I looked down, I looked up, and I
rubbed each hand against itself like I was rolling a coin in my
palm; looked into the wind, tensed my stomach, and thought to
myself: “Let The Wind Stop.”
Well, we had been there a long time, and that Ole Wind had
been howling and gusting up A Storm. So when it suddenly dropped
to the wisp of a breeze: everybody smiled a little. I said out
loud.
“This is where I have to focus.”
I knew I would have to milk this play, for all it was worth.


The Hunter had me cold and cornered in a number of ways; and
this crew was whooped and dying. I wanted out.
When The Wind dropped from a howling forty, down to the
slightest of breezes, in the single beat of a heart; it was time.
I turned, stared The Hunter in the face, and said:
“Let’s bring IT... All-The-Way... Down.”
Oh yeah: of course he played along, he’d been working, and
shirking, and jerkin; and jacking my chain for a long time.
Just a coincidence? Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe maybe.
I turned: I looked up, I looked down, and I turned my face back
to The Wind and said:
“All The Way”
Being in the horrible predicament I was in: I was putting
everything I had into it; but, even I was surprised, at the way
The Wind kinda shook itself all down to nothing like that:
instantly. I was tired and ready to die, but I still didn’t
expect such intuitive stagecraft, from that Ole Wind.
I was sorta feeling the same fear, as when the Plymouth had
backfired; and The Wacky Older Brother and I thought the gunplay
had started. The whole deal was getting real creepy and I kinda
liked it. Just right for a potential escape; thanks to The Wind.
When The Wind stopped like that: and everyone was just
staring; I began a bit of a monologue, a sort of long winded,
rambling, dissertation kinda thing.


A good solid: five minute, highly animated, little
pretentious repartee, about the subtleties and nuances of various
wind stopping techniques;
as carried and advanced down through the ages, by wandering
wanderers, and splendiferous sojourners; throughout time
immemorial. On I rambled dialectically on the ever-changing
tactics and strategies of Wind Stoppers everywhere: and the
fierce and sometimes deadly battles of wit they would engage in,
over the ever shifting struggle; between Style and Substance.
Oh, Man O Man.
I could feel it. Something changed. It was Time.
With a sense of exaggerated dignity and aplomb, I looked to
my Crew: "Hay... we gotta get The Wind restarted, this isn’t the
kinda thing a guy wants to fuck around with."
So I turned with pomp and splendor, to my magnificent and
most regal band, of hard core, soon to be losers; and said:
“Shall we restart The Wind?”
Hearing no reply from my partners in crime; my Great Party
of Warriors, I turned ever so gratefully to The Wind that had
becalmed itself and not blown me clear off the steep side of
Old Granite Face and down into the Valley below. I looked each
member of the crew in the eye individually, one by one, and asked
with sincere and deepest solemnity:
“Start The Wind”


Gaining a nod of acquiescence from each member of the crew, I
turned, looked up, looked down, looked back in the direction from
which The Wind had been blowing rubbed my palms once again as if
fingering a smooth stone, looked into the calm, of The Calm before
The Night. Believing The Wind... I thought...
“Let The Wind Rise”
Wouldn’t really be much point: if at the moment when my life
most definitely hung in The Balance...? The Wind, didn’t, after a
sudden becalming, and patient indulgence, kick right back up
to where it was before; and them some... The Contrast.
I hadn’t felt this feeling since I’d seen lights and darkness’s
during a ‘one time”; when I was out smoking a smoke on the edge of
The Canyon. A True Momentum. When the wind kicked in; right on cue
like that, I knew I had The Hunter.
If I could read minds: I’d be willing to wager, he was
remembering the lights and the mist of The Shining Rock.
They were all looking at me real strange like they expected me
to say something profound...
So I said: “I’m feeling strange tonight.”
As Time wore on I worked it all out.
I wasn’t up to any great adventures for a long time after that.
The Wacky Older Brother and I always seem to cross paths and it
feels as if not a single moment has passed.

The Hunter eventually opened a first class pawn shop.
I see the others now and again. As time passes, some of us have
found a path worth walking: and others haven’t.
That Night of The Wind
I Found One. A Path. A Road.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

“There must be some kinda way out of here
said The Joker to The Thief
There’s too much confusion, I can’t get no release.
(...)
Outside in the cold distance a wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching and The Wind began to howl."

To Those Who Would Dare Totality
I Salute You 'A'



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