Finding Calvin Pt. IV - 6 - A Sour Transitioning

***Will be revised for flow***

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

 Finding Calvin Pt. IV – A Master Unknown - 5 – A Sour Transitioning 

Calvin would ride the Lord's steed

Away from the stunted screams 

To a far-off unknown yonder

--

For where it would actually be 

Would be kept a mystery 

But a vision tunneled fonder 

Ignoring his periphery 

Through myopic visioning

Racing with tone deaf power

--

He'd hear a close-by harkening

Before leaving the darkening 

That causes ears to flounder

"No refunds"

He'd break from the dark forestry

To speckled trees and their leaves

 to grass the color of the lightest mustard--

And branching tributaries

and cows in-between

amid an elevated dotted cluster 

Above the horse he could see

 beyond the dotted cluttered scene

 and all that which would lie just under--

And he knew the path they would weave above tributaries

 and grass more green beyond the rocks strewn asunder

The horse's galloping beat

 became four and then three

 and its muscles would lose their wavy luster--

 as it maneuvered gracefully 

between rocks juttingly

 to water that would relieve all but the thirstiest of hungers

As they found their destiny 

the horse drank from waters pristine 

until it was rammed by a nearby calf's mother--

Perhaps reacting to new company 

rearing from a rocky in-between

 too near to its lesser's utters 

Calvin would fall from his top seat

 but in a way most gracefully

amid the shallows of now the murkiest of waters--

For what stirred beyond blue was but green 

determining all which could be

And which could no longer now be discovered

There would be a slow dance so it seemed

 for the cow had so deemed

 forcing Calvin to act beyond the wonder--

As it charged most faithfully

 protecting its young from what could be so
Calvin saw no other choice but to punch her 

Through gracefully sidestepping 

he poaches her repeatedly

 like a matador protecting himself from her other--

After the third time it would seem

 the cow decided to leave it be

as its young had since begun to wander

But his horse wasn't as lucky 

as it lied like a newly felled tree

 now decidedly for use as lumber--

So after some heavy petting

 and grabbing the Lord's canteen 

he would ascend the scene to hone and ponder

But Calvin knew the sun would soon leave

 and the darkness would then creep 

as he traversed the Donald's knotted network--

And holes would be believed

to secure foxes and thievery 

and carcasses scattered beyond guestimated numbers

He soon found a mountain opening 

With scrambled foreign lettering 

Made by something that needed some cover--

For what lies above the unknown sea

 is not just what's to be believed 

but mysteries unknown to be discovered

But he decides thoughtfully 

to find the Donald's knotted peak

Which should just be a little walk longer--

For as he peers longingly

Below the door jambs darkening 

He hears that accentless voice that has once made him shudder

"Jar provided"

He calmly paced from the darkened scene 

To not disturb what's underneath 

Nor to acknowledge the nascening's umbra

--

And he'd soon find a fox and his treat 

Amid his Donald's ascendery

and a golden eagle taking its newfound plunder 

The fox's eye contact seemed serene 

as it too saw the need 

so for contentions why would one bother--

For to recognize what they feed

 is but for wasteful mutterings 

beyond powers that suffer the same hunger 

For the first he felt a fiend

 for the impulses that he keeps

 but starving affections create a good cover--

But he knows that what he needs

 is to surrender true belief

 and embrace the murderer to sate the world's hunger

He's thinking personalities 

Falsify egos that they feed

with entitlements enamored by others--

But such moments of surreality 

With no pen within handy 

Are easily forgotten amid the world's lovers

With attuned understandings

He now knows what they mean 

it's not insincerity for those with such prowess--

Of how blue can be green

 spoken by those with such need 

Often supported by those in the highest of towers

As he continues his furthering 

Towards the Donald's moonlit peak 

He found trees that knew no cowards

--

For what he would no longer see

Was the Silver Birches nor Downy trees

Just the Rowans' and Scots' Pines great powers

For leaveless from weathering 

And gnarled from bettering

From boughs to branchlets they cackled the louder

--

And there'd be no baa-baas nor mooing

Just some caw-caws and who-whoing

And words that would make the unacquainted cower

"Who-who-who cooks for you?"

It warranted acknowledging

But despite the moonlight's brightest gleam

The taunter would have to remain confounder 

--

For what needed to be seen 

Hid aloft moving parts in-between 

Atop lesser branches and footing allowers

The final trek was steepening 

But the hike was lit from glistening 

Beyond the dark dewberry treetop shrouders 

--

And at the top of the knotted peak 

Lied rolling hills beyond and in-between
And a sightly slim dark dewberry tower

Finding his way through openings 

And candlelit doorways and where they lead 

Sat a tunic'd man with a strange mustache that glowered

--

Upright within his dark-lit seat

At a modest table with a wheel of cheese 

With two chalices but no company was countered

No expression could be gleaned 

As he sat solemnly with Munster feed

Directing his eyes like farmer's seeds that soured

--

Despite the settled pungency 

Calvin would take a slightly longer peek

Because appetites leave rationales devoured

***Remember: it's always darkest just before the dawn. And then it gets really bright and then it gets dark again-- but then there's another dawn on the horizon! #hope***

***Fun Fact: a Donald is a type of hill found in Scotland.  And it's used as a pop culture reference for our current president, Donald Trump.  I stand with our president! #UnitedWeStand!

Mysteries and Questions::

Is there a connection with the darkness beneath and the mysterious Monk above the lightness between?

Is there any connection with what all that is heard with what is seen? Is there a mysterious combination with reality and Calvin's wingman underneath?--Perhaps once again coming to the surface because of depravity or unmet need?