the sky a chain-smoking haze of coughing grey there are no parallels there are only parallels to the rutting earth where the whales, dutifully dragged themselves again out of the sea not to return to the land but to plow it under
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qbit 
A bevy of impossibles here, M. Q. I can sort of envision the wales but never will the “no parallels/only parallels” fit my head.
Nice write.
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LOL! Thanks!
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I read this like a puzzle, then again with a surreal edge, then again just trying to get my brain to give up the “this has got to have an answer” shtick. 🙂 Really enjoy the slip of the words against each other, regardless.
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LOL! Thanks! I’m not sure what that is all about either.
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Where do I begin? First of all the chain smoking sky caught me, and to end it with whales plowing the land under in their return to sea says so much visually and metaphorically. Bravo!
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So glad you liked it!
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I thought of parallel rows with a twist of parallel worlds. Oh, and that chain smoking sky, I can hear it coughing up a storm.
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Hahaha! Yep!
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Oh, the whales, so somber and lost out of water, driven by some urge as large and unkowable as they are.
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this is me, Fireblossom, in WP clothing.
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A fire blossoms in the coal heart of the net. Black fire from the carbon flow, burnt pixels like embers in the ashes.
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A wolf in blogs clothing.
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And don’t forget their bad smoking habits! OK, no.
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That description of the sky is haunting. Then the strange parallels that aren’t and those landlocked whales are all so utterly sad.
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I find this one mysterious, full of broken signposts that point to places you can only know by going there, but where you may not actually want to go…when nature itself acts against nature, it’s a sign that can’t be ignored. You perfectly express that sense of wrongness in the world that surrounds us, of contradiction, of danger and of the inexplicable. Great opening and closing images as well. My pleasure to read.
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Harsh words for an eternal optimist to read! Surely there are some ways we can wrest change from the jaws of defeat. I need to think so. I admire your word artistry, but I’m going now in search of a sip of hope…….
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LOL! Yes, I’m for hope too.
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Rutting earth …. we destroy at will. This is heavy, qbit.
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Loved it all – amazing images!
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Nice one.
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You got me at chain-smoking sky… bravo!
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Hahaha! Thanks!
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🙂
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