Power-lines..

[mnaz]

I cop to it. I favored a gentle hangover, relaxed intake of light and sound. And I headed out. Seemed only natural. I tasted whiskey when logic crowded in or pines gave out, whichever came first. I was enlightened seven times at eleven truck stops one year, moved by freight. I know what moves me, what fools me more gently.

It played out. I penetrated my favorite illusion, on a trail under the power-lines-- a bridge to fringe. I went there to fuck up, though I won't climb the towers. They light a distant city (pick one) when it fucks up. The ride is just one fuck-up after another, electrified. Wires pop and snap, but for seeping peace. Three ridges into promised land by morning. I had the power-lines to myself; nobody else wanted them. There was plenty of parking. It seems few came to Nevada for Nevada, but to crunch numbers. Few came without a climate-controlled box.

[mtmynd]

"I was enlightened seven times at eleven truck stops one year, moved by their freight."

Yessiree...

[mnaz]

Very much a work in progress. I'm still "channeling" those miles....

Mercury retrograde hasn't been all that bad for me....

So far.

[Ann Bingham]

"I penetrated a favored illusion, attached to a trail under the power-lines"

A wonderful start this is.

[mtmynd]

... and getting better as it goes...