Another full moon rising

We have to do an awful lot to save ourselves against them these days you know.

Yep, that seems to be the way of it.

So we must stand up against them then?

Yes, we must.

So what shall we do about it?

We shall rise up, that is what we shall do about it.

And where shall we rise up?

If we can’t rise up here, then we shall rise up there, but wherever we rise up, we shall be free.

How free is that, by the way?

As free as the wind of course, what else would it be?

Freedom; I think freedom is nothing more than a concept.

Oh, now don’t you start with all that.

What ilk would you have me then?

I would have you as you are, but without the daft comments.

You can’t have one without the other.

I see that the moon is up.

I think the moon is always up.

It never fails.

I shall sing a song now then all the way.

Is it my own heart that I see in you?

Yes it is.

How far can I let it go?

You can let it go as far as you like, my dear friend.

Then: if you sing, I shall dance.

And I will be here to catch you when you fall.

What makes you think I am going to fall?

You are always going to fall, and I am always going to be there for you.

You really are a good friend.

There’s nothing else like it anywhere.

Is it that time to talk about dreams now?

Yes it is that time. And what dreams would you like to talk about?

I want to always see your face, wherever I go.

Is that really your dream?

I’ve always only wanted that.

Welcome home.

I’m so glad to be here.

This is beginning to sound like a comments page.

I love you too.

Oh, my, god.

What?

You’ve escaped from them.

Should I be worried about that?

Yes, I think you should.

Why?

Because they are going to want you back.

Well, they can’t have me.

I know; but they might stick your body in a fridge and put silver on it.

I don’t care what they do, I ain’t never going back, not for nothing.

You’re talking about the machines?

They’re so everywhere these days, and so in my brain, I can fight against nothing else.

Okay; we have come a long way since the olden days of old, so I think it is time for a story about another full moon rising.

I am all ears.

The full moon, as it moved over the black sky, lit up the landscape below, into surreal motions that I knew were only shadows of my soul that I was enjoying.

I was happy for nothing else but this creation I was overwhelmed with in my heart.

And so, in my knowing, I came to know that it was but a painting I was living in, as I rowed away with no concerns.

6 months later I came to the conclusion that I was decaying slowly, all over the place.

It was very hard to come to my senses about this. So I ascended up to the heavens to ask for advice and came across a beauty I’d almost forgotten about.

She knew my name of course, and said it to me, all night long, until I could never forget it.

When I woke up in the morning beside her, I said my prayers, and touched her naked love with my fingers, that shivered, as they moved over her… another full moon rising….

End of part 16

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