This is a play with imagination and words, written on the fly without edits beyond spelling. I lay it down here to be discovered and read, whatever may come of it, may you be entertained if only for the length of time it takes to be read:
Adrift among a night so rich in depth and dark, beauty spark.
Eyeing something so profound I lost the magic words back in that town. The one I got drunk in and started a brawl so large it emptied onto the streets like a flash flood after the levy breaks.
Fists flying and knees poking good fun, under that sizzling hot yellow tinged sun. Booze fueling a battle that lasted for days. Doesn't help the sheriff and his deputies were tied up chasing down a bounty out in Helmgrove Pass. The place where those desiring to hide find themselves among the towering cliff walls of a canyon trail.
The hover bikes idling by the parking lot, awaiting their riders to begin another adventure, along the distant plains of this desert world.
It is a miracle in and of itself just the right kind of lawlessness in the hearts of the rogues finding their way to this off the trail planet co-exist and create such a twist of ancient and new combined. A wild place fraught with the kind of exciting danger only a rugged fellow knows.
Seeking to live on the edge and against the system, let it be known that anarchy plays a special part in the citizen's heart. Freedom glistening on the desert road, as the heat shimmers flicker and draw upon the illusions of the mind a wander.
Distant glances stipulate unwarranted contact with a friend or foe altercation. Which way it goes depends on the level of booze, drugs or sanity coursing through their veins. This is a place of abandon to the utilitarian, utopian galactic community, utilizing civility as a commodity.
Puff out your chest with idealisms befitting a galactic wide know it all council society. Wishy washy bullshit spewed across the assembly halls, where expansion of what to those of thinking hearts mention, be a burgeoning homogenizing collective. Taking over with ferocious vigor, the lives of those so called less fortunate than to be civilized, tamed and weakened.
This world of the desert dust, and the steaming wind, it belongs to the wild hearts beating in the chests of the people brought to by integrity and solemnity. Wash away the civilized and welcome to the anarchy. The individual expressed honoured and famed. The glory be thy name, living moment to moment liberated.
Planetary agreement and holding off the cloud of civilized worlds warring for peace with words and underhanded actions befitting those so called aspirants to godliness.
Let the knowing of the system confuse, baffle, stumble and break those who desire to tame something so pure and beautiful in its simplicity. This is a world where we come to be, and not deny that beating heart and magic.
We are the wild ones, here upon this planet known as P234-OO1, so far flung it warrants no designation befitting a wanted world, only a barren rock floating in gravitational fields looping around a yellow stained sun...
