atrasties

So now upon a stretch of road, I stare into noonday suns and envision the length of this goldrush. I feel possessed, gripped by a power of other wordly intent and proportion. Scoured by days too long without water and nights too short without sleep, I cannot get enough of the one thing to nourish. The sun bears down and I walk still unbent, although through a landscape now of altered image. Grass and field are brighter, casting shadows of linear theory, a world smelt in a different way. Carrion animals run rampant and I seem to be apart of them although I feel no ties, I would fly above them if not for lack of wings, so I take the air instead of taking to it. Whispered sounds drift past and I imagine the air entreats me to elope, but heavy wears my hat and I cannot lift my head. So off it goes that I might better see and there she is before me. Manners dictates that a gentleman should remove his hat before a lady and now I understand why. The aspect of her is such that I can only see parts, the avatar of the goddess with a look of amused disdain. Perplexed at my behavior in moments gone, deciding my fate as Anubis will, but for a different matter. She looks down at my hand seeing the beating heart and knowing it is mine she searches my eyes and smiles, a flash of golden light. The moment passed and alone again am I, but not, as well, I can in the edge of vision see the shape and form of the goddess watching, to see my worth. I walk on stronger now nourished again for a time and hoping the goldfever will guide me ever on to the motherlode,