Sacred

Sacred In the cool night out of the heat I sit perched, plugging away (Anxious) to unite with the creature I seek underneath the surface. Painted in rare sculpture, the beauty of nature captured in my eyes sight; the sky laminated with the darkened greenness of tree tops shading the bone white skeletons glow on the banks,wild grass growth covering the steep drop going down to the breath taking reflection I glide across. Graceful in peace of mind reflecting society’s only remnant, the sound of eighteen wheels rolling down the distant Hwy... I cast away all my frustrations every fling of My six foot six-inch sward of glory in sacred war away from the world's zone. Entering into the perspective of my pursued pleasure, paralleling the waters edge, I nudge with indulged reeling; steadly feeling the rhythmic humming of the blade spinning sending the waves to call the lurking predator of the deep I so sacredly seek. Secretly I propel my soul beneath the surface to relatively unveil what structure is there so I can present the bait I feel will make the massive attack to feel the (Striking) jolt as the predator is my prey and will be captured in the war of my peace fight, sacred... Copyright © July 2001 Michael L. Chick Additional Notes: This was wrote about fishing at night. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 11:29 AM PST   0 • 10