Tuesday, 27 September 2011

The Watcher

                                           The Watcher
by Stormm

The Watcher drifts intently, hands firmly clasped behind back, suspended

in geospace. Navigates and adapts to this wild frontier of gaseous layers,

tidal surfing the vague border between atmosphere and outer space. In the

roaring silence it probes deep, extends a multitude of paranormal feelers,

gathers intel.

"What if only I remain?" ponders the scout. "Even the very powerful

grow tense, gasping more anxious breaths, fear what this duration portents.

The panic driven Machine estimates and ensuing stat tabs spit out endless

probables, update outcomes to my bold quest.

The longer I dwell in orbit the more fortune changes hands."

Accessing pure uncut sense data amongst the epic presence of planets,

stars and satellites. A patient invulnerable fallen angel, gathers personal

experiences from the various life forms below. Ramiel with sentient majestic

curly violet dreadlocks, unceasingly sieves the electromagnetic spectrum.

Thick billowing coils of exteriorized nerves pulse attentively, sifting

telepathic signals via entire populations. Unconscious memories and

impressions are combed for traces, however minute. Quick filters the

heaviest vibes, honing in with visceral conviction on more specific locales.

Pauses, completely still and sensitive, crouching upon the world sphere...

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