The King of All Points of the Compass relaxed back into his seat after receiving the expected phone call, and knew he had been given yet another temporary reprieve with regard to his health and longevity. This one, in itself, was good news, but soon enough there would be another phone call he would need to await with anxious expectation, and so it continued into the always unknown number of futures that criss-crossed beyond anyone’s scrutiny. Even his own.
The ‘all points’ in his title ironically encompassed only a finite number of event-symptoms in whatever future it was that chose to become pre-eminent. A human being was a small mite compared to this vast complex clock-tower as a metaphorical symbol, much of which required renovation. He smiled at the irony. Inanity was always preferable to insanity, if not irony.
He needed, after gathering his thoughts, to rise from his seat and inform the Squeaky Queen about the phone call but she was in another part of the turreted mansion. He had to avoid the part where the roof had collapsed overnight, a fact making him negotiate the already busy kitchen area. Many chefs and cook apprentices acknowledged his passage between the hobs and ovens by bowing, then towing themselves back to the tasks of plucking and gutting.
He threaded through an attic area he never knew existed until today. He sensed he was on the right track, however, as he heard the bony meeting of joints that, these days, were more like creaks than squeaks. Still, he and the Queen had come through all manner of heavens and hells, and again he smiled at the irony of life. And that included the vista of the sky that even penetrated as far as the cellar to which part of the mansion he had been diverted by ever-changing circumstances. Attics and cellars seemed often on the move, changing their identities at a whim.
The Squeaky Queen was eventually reached at the point where all directions multisected. Where all clock-hands, too, merged as one in a vast fountain of bricks. Cook-hands, too. Then, the couple knelt in obeisance to the invisible forefathers who beckoned forth the couples’s bi-directional prayers so that where these prayers precisely crossed each other in the ether a new future was sectioned. Thus, inanities were hospitalised if not, ironically, the roofs.
(Written today)
The ‘all points’ in his title ironically encompassed only a finite number of event-symptoms in whatever future it was that chose to become pre-eminent. A human being was a small mite compared to this vast complex clock-tower as a metaphorical symbol, much of which required renovation. He smiled at the irony. Inanity was always preferable to insanity, if not irony.
He needed, after gathering his thoughts, to rise from his seat and inform the Squeaky Queen about the phone call but she was in another part of the turreted mansion. He had to avoid the part where the roof had collapsed overnight, a fact making him negotiate the already busy kitchen area. Many chefs and cook apprentices acknowledged his passage between the hobs and ovens by bowing, then towing themselves back to the tasks of plucking and gutting.
He threaded through an attic area he never knew existed until today. He sensed he was on the right track, however, as he heard the bony meeting of joints that, these days, were more like creaks than squeaks. Still, he and the Queen had come through all manner of heavens and hells, and again he smiled at the irony of life. And that included the vista of the sky that even penetrated as far as the cellar to which part of the mansion he had been diverted by ever-changing circumstances. Attics and cellars seemed often on the move, changing their identities at a whim.
The Squeaky Queen was eventually reached at the point where all directions multisected. Where all clock-hands, too, merged as one in a vast fountain of bricks. Cook-hands, too. Then, the couple knelt in obeisance to the invisible forefathers who beckoned forth the couples’s bi-directional prayers so that where these prayers precisely crossed each other in the ether a new future was sectioned. Thus, inanities were hospitalised if not, ironically, the roofs.
(Written today)
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