Main Land - Part 3

“In the rain forest, it is the tree that grows the tallest the fastest that thrives the most. Also, it is the tree that grows the lowest the slowest that is left to fall, rot, and be inhabited by spores, molds, fungi, and prostists� – Biology II

Main Land III
They Disappear

The Crisp People

I was a blur surrounded by crisp people.
They didn’t know what it was like;
But they put a concrete slab over my head.
And I was grateful. They would
Think it amazing when I used my curse
To separate my head from my body.
They worshipped it, though it was only
Through my curse:
Which made me weak, miserable, and nearly killed me many times.
Though they had no silver linings,
I had no lining whatsoever.
They made clear the distinction.

The Blurry People

It is hard to hold a crisp appearance.
Your fingers get tired and it slips
Down the wrinkles, through the cracks,
On a painful journey of which your apathy does not desire.
Of course they would blur. My family
Has the same characteristics as me.
But they are not me. They could not make the distinction.
They blurred natural, unlike me. I did not
Know where the rest of me was. I was always a blur.
They knew where they were heading. To The Other Side.

The People who Disappear

The Other Side was something
Not to touch.
Two months later,
Without warning
Gone!
Took the plunge,
Like ivy leaves blooming
In spring,
The bell
Has rung.
And they blur
And fade
And they are
On one side.
The Other Side.
It’s mad
When God
Is rejected
By the self-crucifying.
They don’t
Wait for
The Calling.
They make it
On The Other Side
Long before.
I was
A drifter
I an
Under-
Water
Town
Of Drifters.
They drift
Faster,
Leaving an
Animal
(Unsure
Of species)
Behind
Feeling
Inade-
Quate
That
A Decap-
Itated
Blur
- In all
Frustration -
Puts money in
The hats for
Those ghosts in the park of this ghost town.

edit:
Main Land - Parts 1 & 2
Main Land - Part 3
Main Land - Parts 4 & 5

I think I'm still going to have to ponder the exact meaning of this. I do love the way it was written, though. The part about the 'narrator' having no lining at all was very clever, not only in that it was basically saying he had no hope (that's what I got anyway), but that he wasn't crisp at all because he had no lining.

I'm now going to take the opportunity to yet again say how much I love your work. They're always so different from anybody else's.

It all had perfect structure apart from this one line in 'The Crisp People'.

'Which made me weak, miserable, and nearly killed me many times'.

It broke the flow up too much because it needs to be split into two, I think.

But otherwise, it's fantastic, and very typically you. I especially liked 'The Blurry People'