Twist

Crunching sounds of flat teeth beckon my twin and I to speak out of the hexagonal container; a liquid similar to gelatin suspends us directly in the center while we hold hands.

"What the fuck are you eating?"

A spit of chunk with a crack of laughter which made us giggle incidentally pops his apprentice in the forehead; the doubled grey of spilled tea is an unwanted partner for Baxter, we called him Stupor Duper which we found hilarious, he is not much enthusiasm for a treasure hunt.

"Super Duper Baxter....you got pretzel on my noggin!"

"Just a little bit.....there's more than enough left!"

In between each of our hands clasped in the center is a piece of copper we wedged out of a chamber construction in progress; this was to be for smaller beings of their proposed "examination".

"These pretzel things you are both crazed about.....what is so enjoyable about the consumption?"

"Crunchy and natural...."

"The shape is like a contortionist's skill...."

"We feel like a pretzel...."

"How so?"

"Twisted naturally for somebody's crunch of flat teeth."

They both stop eating; a loud pound of two fists crumple the carbonation glazed bakery bundles into dust which sifts off the spherical counter ending in a tear drop resembling sand through an hour glass fading into nothingness.

Moons pass along each other as a choreographed dance with each player tuning a phase for the piano underground phantoms keep to themselves.

"Promise me you will always remember this...."

"I will.....I will remember..........you."

His face is surrounded by a crimson harvest as the shimmer passes through his milky skin the bones remind me of where I come from.

"Let's play a game...."

All three of us locked inside a cage made of fenced burnt orange flesh toned solid laser spectrum which moves about in a graph formation discovers the humanity of insanity.

"We are the game."

Baxter is now me, Baxter is now him; Baxter is now us.

"I intended on making you so strong that they would not be able to stop you."

"Strength is not physical...."

"I wanted to connect your mental with the physical therefore you would both be unstoppable."

"We are only as strong as faith."

"Faith in what?"

"Faith in itself."

"What will faith do that a man cannot?"

"Become human...."

A set of liquid paradoxical bodies surround us....

"Do you see that?"

"Yes....."

"What is it?"

"Stealth...."

The bars recycle back into the monoliths which hover above and below while spinning on the smoothness; the color is white. They cannot touch or be touched it seems; this frightens them immensely however curious of our presence these aquatic smoking figures move about with unseen eyes gazing upon us. Baxter suddenly grips one so tightly with his immense fingers we witnessed a set of wiry veins tear through the nightmare; this is beauty. He is now more than human and we admit to admiring him with the immensity of creation.

"Trivia!"

"What is the question?"

"Who is the woman famed for surpassing loss of vision and auditory function?"

"Helen...."

"Keller....."

As he delights of the answer the appearance of a set of eyes with ears connected with cables demolishes from the becoming of plasma; this came from the massive pressure of his forearm again the palm of his hand at each side of what we could see.

"A question for you dear Professor...."

"Yes!"

"What is the concentric mass of circles Plato speaks of to be the origin of man?"

"The aquatic mystery?"

"Yes...."

"Atlantis!!"

While the light of his intellect infuses us with pleasure surpassing our state of transience a pool of shattered liquid bursts into spirals as a funnel without a cloud becomes drops of rain whence the tornado ceases of it's persistent nature of destruction.

"We must run...."

"Nowhere to go...."

"What becomes of us?"