His pipe was the umbilical engine whose fire sent smoke signals to a world that was lost far beyond any repair he sat and watched them disperse in the air I watched him watch, I saw the pipe's magic fall short of resurrection as it tried to soothe the wounds of raw memory, I watched the smoke of despair disappear leaving the thing itself behind, monstrous, huge, unspeakable, many tentacled infiltrating through the heart and the brain, faint summer breezes stirred the hickory there he sat, alone and lonesome, too, i watched him without daring to trespass
Umbilical Engine
His pipe was the umbilical engine whose fire sent smoke signals to a world that was lost far beyond any repair he sat and watched them disperse in the air I watched him watch, I saw the pipe's magic fall short of resurrection as it tried to soothe the wounds of raw memory, I watched the smoke of despair disappear leaving the thing itself behind, monstrous, huge, unspeakable, many tentacled infiltrating through the heart and the brain, faint summer breezes stirred the hickory there he sat, alone and lonesome, too, i watched him without daring to trespass