The Seven
Sun spilled down through the slits of a Tokyo apartment. A red glimmer shined through the spun glass artwork, glistening around the room. Brown eyes slipped up and out of douve, twice as big as the bed. Tea green sheets touched the floor like an angels kiss, making no sound as they fell further and further, till rising back again to encompass a beating heart.
Footsteps creaked as the oak tile stepped, reaching the end of its movement. A pair of feet, young feet, graced the bottom of a Victorian tub, with the slight ruffle of a sheet releasing its grip and falling to the soon to be damp floor. A cloud of fog filled the apartment, the sweat glistening off the windows pane to the ports, as another hour ticked by.
A waterfall stopped as two legs, followed by feet, then a body shifted through a door, removing a towel from an open closet. His neglected hair dried in the open air whilst his rest was patted dry, followed by a time cumbersome search. The warm, dry heat felt like silk as it pulled over his chest, and up with the pants. Static cling'd as socks were lost and new ones cleaned, erasing the time of his drying hair. A ring of a bell caught his body to swing, an empty sock still in his hand as he reached for the knob.
"What a gracious morning, wouldn't you believe" spoke in a young tone, "dew leaves on nothing but earth, how wondrous." A dialect of the west sprung throughout the rooms, "Ah, but only dawn can be seen, wait till morning." he spoke, a welcoming grin breathed. His body around, too late to see, but hear still "And will we be leaving, at any moment soon?" from the front of a door still closing. "Now wouldn't that be nice..." a lost voice uttered, "but try and remember why were here now won't you." he spoke with an invisible grin. "Well, what a better reason do you have? But me, well let's see, other than your face, I'm sure I can't remember." she said, poking a soft face around a corner. With a turn of the head, she caught a smile, half caught between the trance of a laugh, "Now let's find those papers..."
Bistro's, bakery's, fancy delights, littering among a street askew. Bodies, effortlessly, gliding forward and back, never side to side, lose their relief, yet retain their direction. A soft hum could be heard, maybe two, maybe three, of a long lost bird, humming it's wings. A second emerged from the two, then the three, begin their haul through their hometown streets. Locked by hands, yet not by rings, a coffee shop became a temporary desire.
"So whats this of a new land firm, one past Union?" spoke Sarah, a new tone through the air."So you heard huh. Well, one day leads to another I suppose...what is it you wonder?" he said, retrieving a coffee left to far to reach. "How exactly your passing the Union, if it's not obvious enough." she said as she tidied her hair from the unbrushed morn'. "A port to a port, a sea to a sea, a letter to a letter, theirs too much to know." "I'm sure their is Clay, but enough said for an hour?" she questioned once more, leaving a smile stretched across a face.
"And Bloc Red, he agrees?", a loaded question, luckily foreseeable, "Well, as it is slightly coy to be redundant of himself, the Seven agreed he could find out on his own...as the time of this proposal might not be quite right for him." Clay said with a cheeky look engulfing his face. "oh come now," Sarah spoke, "you don't want them to be mad now do you, or are you on a side this time?" " Isn't that peculiar," a slight laugh echoed out his lips, " but like them, you'll see in three days...or five nights." "Either or?" she said coyly, a dimple spreading left across her face. "Either or," Clay whispered, leaning forward, brushing, once more her forsaken hair from Ivory eyes.
A grave of neon, a flash of white.Symbols, falling, from one mouth to its next passed on the life of an post metropolis life. Signs ticked back and forth, pushing, pulling, the young and the new to the city of the losing. Hope fell, and hope raised as people sat and figured, figured for nothing to come. A city of old, a city for the old, a city of death sat in its rocking chair.
"You want vengance for an idea askew, why?" said a man for whom held great contempt. "Doesn't it fit, why not me, if you, and if you, well certainely you can ask yourself why," another man spoke, touching his chest to hold himself in higher regard, "but I can't, so it's me, of course. You wouldn't ask a chicken to cross the road, but you'll certainly let it now wont you?" "Tokyo is a big place," the first man said, rolling his eyes to stare at the rising sun, the first rising run, "maybe not for Seven, but for you, even us, are lost amoungst a sea of seas."
Sun spilled down through the slits of a Tokyo apartment. A red glimmer shined through the spun glass artwork, glistening around the room. Brown eyes slipped up and out of douve, twice as big as the bed. Tea green sheets touched the floor like an angels kiss, making no sound as they fell further and further, till rising back again to encompass a beating heart.
Footsteps creaked as the oak tile stepped, reaching the end of its movement. A pair of feet, young feet, graced the bottom of a Victorian tub, with the slight ruffle of a sheet releasing its grip and falling to the soon to be damp floor. A cloud of fog filled the apartment, the sweat glistening off the windows pane to the ports, as another hour ticked by.
A waterfall stopped as two legs, followed by feet, then a body shifted through a door, removing a towel from an open closet. His neglected hair dried in the open air whilst his rest was patted dry, followed by a time cumbersome search. The warm, dry heat felt like silk as it pulled over his chest, and up with the pants. Static cling'd as socks were lost and new ones cleaned, erasing the time of his drying hair. A ring of a bell caught his body to swing, an empty sock still in his hand as he reached for the knob.
"What a gracious morning, wouldn't you believe" spoke in a young tone, "dew leaves on nothing but earth, how wondrous." A dialect of the west sprung throughout the rooms, "Ah, but only dawn can be seen, wait till morning." he spoke, a welcoming grin breathed. His body around, too late to see, but hear still "And will we be leaving, at any moment soon?" from the front of a door still closing. "Now wouldn't that be nice..." a lost voice uttered, "but try and remember why were here now won't you." he spoke with an invisible grin. "Well, what a better reason do you have? But me, well let's see, other than your face, I'm sure I can't remember." she said, poking a soft face around a corner. With a turn of the head, she caught a smile, half caught between the trance of a laugh, "Now let's find those papers..."
Bistro's, bakery's, fancy delights, littering among a street askew. Bodies, effortlessly, gliding forward and back, never side to side, lose their relief, yet retain their direction. A soft hum could be heard, maybe two, maybe three, of a long lost bird, humming it's wings. A second emerged from the two, then the three, begin their haul through their hometown streets. Locked by hands, yet not by rings, a coffee shop became a temporary desire.
"So whats this of a new land firm, one past Union?" spoke Sarah, a new tone through the air."So you heard huh. Well, one day leads to another I suppose...what is it you wonder?" he said, retrieving a coffee left to far to reach. "How exactly your passing the Union, if it's not obvious enough." she said as she tidied her hair from the unbrushed morn'. "A port to a port, a sea to a sea, a letter to a letter, theirs too much to know." "I'm sure their is Clay, but enough said for an hour?" she questioned once more, leaving a smile stretched across a face.
"And Bloc Red, he agrees?", a loaded question, luckily foreseeable, "Well, as it is slightly coy to be redundant of himself, the Seven agreed he could find out on his own...as the time of this proposal might not be quite right for him." Clay said with a cheeky look engulfing his face. "oh come now," Sarah spoke, "you don't want them to be mad now do you, or are you on a side this time?" " Isn't that peculiar," a slight laugh echoed out his lips, " but like them, you'll see in three days...or five nights." "Either or?" she said coyly, a dimple spreading left across her face. "Either or," Clay whispered, leaning forward, brushing, once more her forsaken hair from Ivory eyes.
A grave of neon, a flash of white.Symbols, falling, from one mouth to its next passed on the life of an post metropolis life. Signs ticked back and forth, pushing, pulling, the young and the new to the city of the losing. Hope fell, and hope raised as people sat and figured, figured for nothing to come. A city of old, a city for the old, a city of death sat in its rocking chair.
"You want vengance for an idea askew, why?" said a man for whom held great contempt. "Doesn't it fit, why not me, if you, and if you, well certainely you can ask yourself why," another man spoke, touching his chest to hold himself in higher regard, "but I can't, so it's me, of course. You wouldn't ask a chicken to cross the road, but you'll certainly let it now wont you?" "Tokyo is a big place," the first man said, rolling his eyes to stare at the rising sun, the first rising run, "maybe not for Seven, but for you, even us, are lost amoungst a sea of seas."
