unfair expectations

to see oneself in a realm that does not exist.
to compare oneself to a person not necessary.
to feel that insecure that comparison is necessary.

©greg pease

the Dredger and the Reaper

Pawn A awakes. Glancing for a place to fit her mangled torso, Nothing suffices.

Pawn B surrounds. Embracing, yet lacking touch, he continues.

Desiring to be guided, directed, pulled, she steps in. Pawn B is encompassing. Pawn A is surrounded, there is a constant pressure. Relocating is of no concern for Pawn A, for denial is followed with unknown. Light floods. Pawn B adjusts and holds the bow.

B is present, but lacks presence. Pawn A is immersed in absence, yet senses the search. Pawn B moves from her path and releases the stern. Surrounding, he steps away. She jumps.

every end symbolizes a new beginning

silk

the massive metal structure abruptly adjusted his joints. he awkwardly jolted to pick her up, the most delicate of objects. upon entering its claws, the structure's fractured moments appeared to instantly smoothen and the fiber took over the structure's every movement. with every jerk the fiber responded. she calmed the undetermined movement and covered the exposed connections. the wounds were no longer visible but concealed by her most luxuriousness .

the massive metal structure is no longer. it has been covered, concealed. its presence is immense, but altered.


who has she become? for he is now soft.

untitled

the world continues. will it pass you by? will it knock you over? will you fight it with every ounce of shredded energy you have left within your unused muscle? or succumb to its pressures to "survive"?

shall we continue? shall we challenge? what right do we possess? what urge inspires? for where will we become a year from now? amidst the same struggle to survive or living eternal bliss?

exist or live

we're here.


he awakes in the morning. rolls over. continues.
she awakes in the morning. rolls over. continues.

what separates? who defers? what determines?

he steps the steps and mounts the cold. enters a world of angst and continuation.
she turns. falls down and is soaked by water. she emerges and turns to try again.

the past is unspoken.

fall

machine b left the wing. left the things unexecuted. left the successful life. a life measured by surrounding. a life full of everything yet lacking anything to the wing. b felt the ground. smelled the ground. the serenity of the disturbed undergrowth, the dirt, the fresh life. the fresh life that would never be that. the 'fresh life' that would never become more than a thought, a scientific experiment, an ecological study. machine b left the self and turned to the wing to surrender. the wing is always smoother.

arise

machine a felt the rough hard parts of the body. the area where something hadn't been properly executed. the area that wasn't part of birth but a result of negligence thereafter. he felt the sensual tension and the lack of satisafction. he felt the desire so strong and deep in his soul that it breathes through the holes of his body. he felt the things left undone and the numerous harms done. machine a felt himself, yet nothing at all.