the_loneliest_road ovissa i watched from the van, somewhat oblivious to the sleepy foot beneath me. coasting on easy asphalt but motionless in my space. this other man ran. we played a paddle-mate with the near and far of it. i, always gas-powered as shameful as i wanted to proclaim. the runner never boasted, body on earth; how simple i thought. it's simple, he says, what man was meant to do, and going back to the idea of hunters and gatherers, this makes sense. on the loneliest road everything heard him. his treads tightened through the up. this man responds without thought and nature does the rest. any moment now i will become so powerful, he says. my body will transform so i may run for longer. and wind sang him songs and mountains told him stories. there was nothing lonely about this road. at evenings the moon alined with gravel, an extended invitation. he could walk straight on and have his looky-sees. and as his pocket balm for broken lips the moon drenched his leathery sun-soaked skin in a bath of cool blue. in these covers he danced fierce. it was his time to come alive. we know how numbers grow weak without counting. but the art of counting thrives high above him in stars. his true test of time were the varied passers who blew forth with a gust of warmth and cheer. this made him glow. and on lines stretched and pulled across shades of gray, he never let go. of course, this is his easy ride. but I can't help but to be this spectator. physically i am here, moving and feeling beyond my home base, but i am no where near this man's journey; he passed me long ago. his wife greets him at the end of every mile. with food and drink for his body, she gives. and like a tortured soldier returning from battle, their hearts are open and their arms are locked. 080923 ... cr0wl i loved this...what an amazing experience you are involved in. 080923 ... ovissa im incredibly humbled. and my day to day has sunk in as a normality. this is just what i do everyday. get up and enter a completely new realm, but somehow its all in the same country 080923 ... ovissa biet responded in repleated peel perfumed horses calla lilly dog dresses fanciful sessions with god heads merciless singstresses and seamstresses steamsters teamsters bike riders egg beaters needle pickers cootron throbbing sun setters jet sifting sit sulking rogue tonguedra 080925 what's it to you? who go blather from