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Death
from self to self.
60 miles, 2.5 islands, 1 nutz channel.
All before 3pm.
New words were invented.
Chandelling = Handling the Channel.
Rainbows set the path.
While warm ocean rained upon us.
Good times were had.
Caught one feesh. Seen some cleefs.
Dialectic of epic.
In full effect.
Because, how else would you spend a Monday night in your early 30's?
Forename: Kava
Surname: Kava
Cause of Death: Lawai'a
Motivation: Grinds (see: 15-mile diet)
Kept his humor up until the very end.
May you Rest in Peace, Mr. von Tempsky.
This morning I caught an intimate glimpse of an older, local gentleman strumming his ukulele, serenading a gravestone.
The joy, poignancy, and nuance of island living strikes the deepest of poetic chords.
Antiquated brotherly rivalries.
Men fighting religious wars.
Crucifixions.
Yes,
Crucifixion.
In my lifetime, we are truly witnessing the re-emergence of crucifixion.
Somehow I thought that fell out of fashion with the Roman Empire.
Not so.
The witch in me shudders with memories.
The humanitarian in me shakes her head with something darker than disbelief.
The woman in me sees sons.
The sister in me sees brothers.
The daughter in me sees fathers.
The friend in me sees comrades.
The lover in me sees hands once used for tender touch and sweet caresses, slung lifeless over wooden crosses. Necks once used for gentle kissing, hanging down limp and absent.
Souls in scores, brutally torn from this plane, climbing their own, personal stairways to heaven.
Khalas.
Enough.
Shameful.
Shameful behavior.
...and his proper burial ceremony replete with banana casket.
Gone missing so far this year, on Maui alone:
Mo Monsalve --> A mother of three..
Carly Scott --> A woman 5 months hapai (pregnant).
Not okay,
Not okay at all.
...souls out.
And repeat.
How we went from commemorating our dead to consuming copious confections.
Such a distracting little ghoul that capitalism is.
This side of the veil, CA
Van Gogh would be pleased.
DeHaven Creek, CA
And just like that.
It all changes.
A spiritual miscarriage.
Another arrow in the quiver.
A new step in the evolution.
One step closer to the infinite.
How emptiness can be such an affirmation for fullness past.
Zero Point Field, Infinity
If dead pigs sweat.
Watching people watch the absent eyes of the dead watch them as they eat the sweating flesh of said dead.
Symbiosis
Oakdale, CA
