I Am Santo

Fiction, poetry, music and mindscape pictures by creative artist Jason Santo

Our sky is then and endless,
A stretch of blue day
And a limitless reach
Into overwhelming history
Among the shimmering winks
Of forgotten suns.
Our Earth is now and finite,
A patch of brown
Swallowed in triumphant aquamarine
And stamped by
The footfalls, fumbles and foibles
Of topspun today;
The homogenous now
Of letters never sent
And willingness eroded
By the corrosive winds of obligation.
Our heart is again and over
A thudding belief
Strung high among whisps
Of pulled cotton cirrus,
Dissipating like fates
And entwining as do limbs
Of lovers at rest.


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He’d traveled because there was nothing left for him at home. Alec often wondered about the sky and how the clouds migrated from there to here, and he’d watch the trails of jets high above dissipate in the late evening sky, the sun’s gorgeous indifference coloring the world in bold magenta as the paths to elsewhere stayed bright and golden, as if hungry for ruby slippers and tin men with no heart. And here he was, heartless, worthless, hung out to dry in the waning years of life as if he’d been sentenced by a God jealous of his handle on the human experience. Because Alec wasn’t one to give up. He wouldn’t just roll over and play dead when the guillotine made its clean slice and he was dearly departed from his life. The work and pain of yesterday fueled his lust for tomorrow, and somewhere among those whispy cotton swabs dabbing the wounds of the sky was his future. Elsewhere. Not here. And he would climb onboard and find love, complete and sound; full and endearing. He would let his ears pop and his heart rise because on the other side of the trip the landing gear would deploy, buckle, roll and stop his trajectory into the new. Goddamn, he believed in the atmosphere and the limitless space between where he’d started and where he would end up. All he needed was enough fuel and a reason to take to the clouds and follow their wisdom. Alec was airborne and his heart would guide him into safe landing as long as he believed; as long as he trusted it as the pilot of what’s next and what’s better. As long as he had faith in a new destination that would heal the crash and burn of a failed past.


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Birth or death? The soul is set free regardless, shimmering in the refracted gold edges of a beginning, an end. The most beautiful fear felt walking the dread line, balancing hope on each step when a plummet into life – or out if it – hinges on single moves, perfect decisions. Crisis circus, a cascade of tears and cavalcade of desires, cirrus dreams and circuitous hopes, careless curiosity and cancerous whims. Dying is art of rebirth into new, unknown days. Letting go is for the artist, the lover, the fool and cripple. The brave hold still, the commended fasten hands to wings and soar to lands where tendrils of mist coalesce underfoot as solid ground, and accept the weight underfoot. Faith’s footfalls offer no sound, no sure hold. To step there is an act of belief, accepting evidence of sight, smell, touch, sound, taste. Step without confidence and gravity murders, the fall seizing limbs, skull, flesh, blood and muscle, milking sanguine tears on impact. Better to walk. Better to believe. Best to find life in the eggshell uncracked by need, unspoiled by longing, visible as birth and certain as death. #sky #plane #airplane #dusk #sunset #clouds #flying #flight #writing #writer #poem #poetry #literary_imagery #literary_original (at The Icarus Lesson)