Two Wheel Tuesday: Mid-Blink

The darkness overflowed, spilling down the sides of an upended cup; the orb, caught in mid-blink bobbed to the surface, sharp points like horns, threatening specks of figment in the vastness. A leap from cold waters surmised from plop and splash, startling stillness; double points strike blindly where sound once was. A rend is opened, emerging light streaming from the gash to flood away, farther, distant until absorbed at some indistinguishable edge.

On a distant hill, an uphill toil along a narrow stage, dark curtains draping either side; a moving illumination casts forward, a shilhouete behind.

Traversing a jungle the screech of an owl, howl of an unseen creature rise, separately, between beats of rotating blades rising in flight.

Emergence brings the acrid stench of sulphur, rising, ripples of light mirror ripples on water slow flowing up, up across narrow leaves weaving a wall of entrapment. Clear, placid, hiding dark sky overflow from upended cup, retreating from narrow beam, slice of twin rubber blades. Slipping, struggling for traction, water grasping with weak fingers. Pepe le pew turns tail waving white-striped flag, rambles away.

Soloing another Two Wheel Tuesday from La Verne Brewing Company