Nepharim and The RiderThe Nephilim were on the earth in those days, and also afterward, when the sons of God came in to the daughters of man and they bore children to them. These were the mighty men who were of old, the men of renown. ” (Genesis 6:1–4, ESV) Man from elsewhere riding the roads
along ridges rugged metamorphic rock going somewhere, gripping the wheel, turning trying to turn the world around, traveling hair pin curves the edge each crevice a tight rope, he drives mountain after mountain another and another following the spinal cord of convergent tectonic shifts mountains from millennials past, Rider racing, racing night after night to rediscover a caldron of the new milnial 53 miles from middle of nowhere interstate, corridor infrequently explored , no cell service, State Police describe clan of mountain people, hunters, lumberjacks, small farms, workers in sawmills, linemen gas or gas and electric company, river guides, fishermen Meager lives, meaningful lives, mostly overlooked lives, lives merciful to others, lives where people loved, lives though those alive mutated, maimed, mangled, marred now deformed as the ridges of the metamorphic Allegheny cliffs, Survivors of the village's hospitality extended to a stranger , thought they themselves considered their offering paltry, inconsequential, insubstantial people as they feel they are perceived by others The Rider and others saw fruitful, content, industrious peaceful, loving, satisfied simple sincere, sanctified Now judged by the outside world, what were they, oh, ("Sure, trying to make some money, they deserved it" or "Lucky it went down out there , not here") Where one world affluence matters more than another, where in one world, old way of life, won't fit with the norm, now no matter -erased absent extinct ended not by boulder, avalanche not disease or drought by penitent The wipers chant a language he does not know the blades echoe a mechanical heartbeat the only sound on this road Here , the marker, man stops, opens window, cold mountain air, snow blowing on his face , his face in the mirror the color of the ash on corpses in the photo On the dash the page with a sketch The penitent one who fed on blood leaving carnage among cottages in poor secluded towns, considered by society unmeritorious of time, of scrutiny or concern Man turns on radio static, crackles, descending into snow, as if ashes of the dead leading him destination unknown fugitives hideout a cabin, a barn, on an unmapped road a turnaround, perhaps it must always be night, this forray, he parks the resentful vehicle turns off his lights opens the door ,a flashlight, cuts branches,covers his jeep At daybreak he will explore ,there below him a shack pale yellow light -should he wait, return to the road, is his igloo camo good, will it keep? As he awaits the dawn other memories drift through his half sleep and other nights when alone he explored a city street rumor held the fugitives had friends to meet, instead the house they planned to rob housed a family of four with many riches inside to keep The woman , when he opened the door and wanted as bride when he saw her he knew she would never lie. would leave behind and will she one day be a woman a good man left behind, will she die in a forest. a wasteland of gray and white under a blue sky away from the ocean a sapphire blue under sun all the time a coastline soft with sand sand the color of snow, sometimes She will love him until the end of time. He saved her family When the men came in through an open window with a smoke bomb then the open door they thundered in "What you in here for" "Damm they are all inside get what you can, " Then "Shut up or die" He came to the door, "If you are hiding these men I have a warrant, stand back," They were not hiding the penitent For hours the club had been inside Rider saw her father crawling on the floor, her mother collapsed, cancer patient, she was observed by a club who meanwhile were searching for drugs none they wanted, apparently, medications cast aside with more cursing, "What's this for?" in his hand a blood pressure cure. Justice as invaders saw the man they began to shake, she barely remembers the next moments did pass she fell in love with his shin, his shin conquered all of their jin. Her family consider him as God Sent. Her love whorls between obelisks of petrified frozen firs and Norwegian Pine Her love flows through meandering streams, Her loves' metamorphosis into bedrock. He moves mountains A General now, he keeps his Riders deep in darkness where he follows their drive vigilant eternally over the good he is sworn to keep. He treads softly in his home, his world, and that is all about him anyone has known The Riders he guides to save people they stand side by side.
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