Valleys and fields, old wooden churches with white clapboards peeling away, the sun shines through, rolls of hay bound tightly and resting...yellow school buses in the lot, no cars in the general store lot, grasses mowed, firewood stacked, sun an immense circle of light in the brilliant blue sky, camera pans down on the silver truck navigating the black-top two line highway...a young-ish man is at the wheel, his lower lip swollen on the left side with chewing tobacco, no music on in the cab of the truck, windows down, wayfarers on, white t-shirt, faded blue jeans and black cowboy boots---
image cuts to black and white and a little boy in the backseat, two sisters beside him, mother and father in the front, the sisters talk to one another, the father speaks to the mother, the boy sits with his forehead against the glass looking....
image cuts to present and man at steering wheel of silver truck...
image cuts, nothing remains, everything stays the same...
camera pans into the man's head...thought bubbles of spirit and sight, monsters and daydreams, far off lands and familiar rooms, dawn on the prairie, nightfall on the plains, a solitary tree silhouetted against the light, stars showing in the east, vibrant colors in the west, the man with long hair, skinny and young, blowing bongs hits and laughing, his eyes wide and red, image cuts the man at 32 lying naked and shivering on the western floor, tears streaming, wailing sounds, nightmarish sounds, beating his head against the brick tile, fingernails scratching, fists beating...all the dust gathered in flame, all the flame gathered in spirit, all the spirit beginning to lift him away...the flame flickering in the dark, the kernel and seed nearly expunged, the heart beating fast then growing slow, faint now...image cut of the heart slowing, the needle dropping, quiet...."pump-squiiiiish..........pump-sqiiiiiiiiiiiish....pump-squiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiishhhhhhhhhh" it pauses and then begins again, for some reason, it begins again...."pump-squish...pump-squish....pump-sqish"
El Sangre de Cristo flowing through his veins.
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