Marc Bjorkland posted:

He struck the hammer down.  It hit hard against the pavement as she
cried in the background.  

The smooth sand of Palo shatered against the baby sky.  The tales of
the cliff adventure and being close to death were there too.  

Rubing my mind again?  I feel you.  This man, I would like to ask, what
the sky looks like but I don't believe him.  His face like shoe leather
and his arms impotent in T-Rex style. 

I talk to you but you say the things that are in my head.  It sounds
like my own voice from far away.  

Is this the way,  I think I understand.  You see the far away from
close up.  I am dizzy from the perspective.   I would like to think
that he was the one who made all these cracks in the ground but I can't
help thinking that they were random.