Allens Text 2

cpyright2006-Allen Sutterfield

And so we started off then, right there, without a second thought, without a false step. There was only one way to go, and that was the way we were going!
Surely the world was trying to hang itself BY THE NECK UNTIL DEAD but what matter? We were OFF, and that was ALL!
Now a death lay by the roadside like a black creosote coffin, yes a railroad tie was width ways across, small green stems, it could have been no more than the second week of spring, were issuing from the earth all round it,and there were the ancient whistles of trains in the air, whistles not heard in years, not heard in lives. The sky was one of those you start off by IN YOUR DREAM, nothing less than perfect, and not a jot more. For we were step in step towards --our destination!
The journey was underway, and not even a death by the roadside, not that black box nor its creosote incense were cause for more than a glance. There was nothing in it anyway -- the trees held more! For there was a slight wind, just the warm sort of breeze you feel behind your shoulders when you SET OUT. Yes it must have been April in certain latitudes, we didn't notice, for once we didn't see a single calendar, not even in barbershops. It was spring and we were already several steps down the road, with a doff of the hat to clouds and a wrinkle of regret that passed over the surface of our hearts and off again into nothing and that was that. No we had no postage stamps, no envelopes, no pens, no writing pads. It was our beautiful REVOLT.
It was a Jacob's Ladder journey and we were ready.