t’s almost as if their features  were coalescing.
Whilst immersed in some inner spark, insight on the sole, “sou,” of the feet whose influence engross me, I suddenly snap to.
“An imposing weather gouged erosive irregular hollowed  fissure and fragment dark pepper shale alignment had been vacuously  tossed.
Waiting to be scooped for other backdrops.”
A thought occurred when in random awe of visions transient
A ruby hue twig  moiety of tree houses and ornate rocks as  ensemble were quite visible.
“They have the telltale sign of obscure pedigree etched in their features.”
Damon’s words now streaming in surreal vortices internally.
They those self same words now tumbling outside of me in audible mutters.
“Very strange but I’ll keep going.
It’s been my way of life over the past 20 years as I departed from each safe sanctuary.
At least to outward appearance “
Deep thinker roused by what seems or appears to be.
“Where am I going?
I have drifted from city to city.
Town to town.
Almost as if I’m a fugitive from something.
Driven by human frame momentum and spurred notions.
Damon at this point afraid to view his environs in the eye.
“Do you  want a lift or what?
Wake up, You could do with an alarm clock.
You look like someone kind of lost in a way.
On the way.”
A woman’s voice whose face was mysteriously covered but had a rather familiar outline.
Her rickey car had seen better days but uncannily weaved a story.
A fable, a script I’m not sure that I’m an integral part of.
“Another car zoomed by.
It appeared to stop for a second and then moved on.
Was that a designated security vehicle?”
My feet always a close ally  were began  to refashion   my intellect.
Fleet of foot, flight of mind.
Rocky roads, hillocks, even glimpses of another townscape nirvana were  assembly lines now.
Dizziness doesn’t even begin to paint on that canvass known to me and others as my imagination.
“Hey deep thinker … still peering at that ditch opposite our town school.”
Out of nowhere an airy looping question plonked at an awkward time.
“Your  next class on the power of the mind  and creativity in half an hour.
Don’t be late.
But you’ve always been a great walker n talker.”
Damon stupefied and transfixed as his left foot always his best foot saved him.
“I nearly toppled over into a stream I thought I had abandoned but did I?”
Damon to himself who just wandered has his  mind now a life of its own.
Has it self writing capacity?
Along with his “sidekicks” his feet.
“Chloe … Clem. I won’t delay.
I have been rummaging mountains of files.
Looking for another something for my class.”
The thinker again.
One wonders have I ever been to these “towns” I have referred to.
“Oh, one of your former partners was enquiring about you.
They rang me.
She said she passed on the road…. at some point!
Recently! “
Chloe, said this lady was cross I didn’t really recognise her.
“Maybe I will get to this special somewhere…. one day.
With someone
Maybe it’s always been right there AT MY FEET.”
I feel glued to an attachment in one spot but for how long?
“I’ll let the mind and feet sort that one out.”
Damon in a whisper  as Chloe beckoned