Consela
I pick through these leaves looking for something. About a mile in I see her. Sitting there. Naked. She stares into the woods like She stares into a mirror. She combs her hair. The wooden comb slides easily upon her scalp. Her face is strong. She is.
She turned and saw me. I am ashamed. Humiliated. I crawl into her habitat in the forest. I notice beyond the elms a child running after her. My daughter is naked.
I continue to move toward her. And I notice everything about her. She about me. I was naked. Weakened by myself.
My daughters run became consistent gaits as she grew coming toward us. She reached down and lifted my head to her navel. I saw a labyrinth through her spleen. She disappeared once I blinked my eyes. I looked up to see that She had transformed into wings. My body grew stronger and I stood to my straight height.
We were crossing through the stratosphere. I could tell because of the pressure against my chest. My daughter’s ambitions propelled us through the mesosphere until all the stars were visible. I pointed to one and my wings tugged at my shoulders. The three of us flew two light years before we reached Consela. During which time we studied and debated. Upon landing at the cape, She converted back and dove into the sea. My daughter stood 7 feet by now, and ran to the apex of the mountain. I strolled the beach looking for light. I could see them as they approached from approximately 9 nautical miles. She is well beyond that to worry. My daughter has dived the 14,000 foot cliff and I wait for the sign. Their faces were quarter round and transparent. I greeted telepathically as they scanned my body. The leader of 13 placed one of its many faces against mine and sent me dreams. I envisioned commerce and cooperation within their community. Saod, invited me to their craft. I noticed their contentment with my presence, like someone like me had been there before. The bright light blinded me when the entry retracted. Once we walked for what seemed about 100 yards, we were in the city. The Consela dash through the avenues and alleys of light and intelligence. It was an hour before I realized the city was miles away.
She let me know when I passed by one of the lights on the Lorpez Stream. Her voice reminded me that She is God. God reminded me that I am. She laughed and smiled and ran naked on the hotel balcony. I chase her excited by love. I tell her to meet me tonight for dinner, I love her, and keep Kelliah near after we make love.
Saod and three other quarters surrounded me as we traveled. I noticed this formation allowed for a swifter and more aerodynamic transport of a foreigner in their system. The streaks of other Consela on the Stream resembled tear drops. The curve of their face was lit with blue as they sped pass me not two feet away. The lights and intelligence that occupied the Stream’s shoulder registered thoughts and dreams at an unconventional speed that led me to believe I could propel myself if I apply the knowledge. As we traveled for about an hour, I picked up the generic logic of their being. The lights and knowledge made me envision a slice of pie. Pi. I realized through reading the lights that they were telling us how fast we were going, where we were going, how we were going. I noticed the uniformity of the different pitches of light, and how simple and totally dependent thought guides the Consela movement. Billions of them came together to build skyscrapers far taller than mountains in Alaska. You could see these structures from hundreds of miles away. And we traveled on the Lorpez. This super freeway accommodated 10’s of millions of Consela as they traveled to become. From what I realized was our West to what was our East, the freeway had a width of probably 9 miles. The median was populated by millions of Consela structure. There were just as many intersections that formed below and above the Lorpez. Many of these smaller passages flowed in all directions. All directions. The many lights and structures illuminated the craft; still you could only see darkness in the horizon.
