#holding patterns

"HOLDING PATTERN

In aviation, holding (or flying a hold) is a manoeuvre designed to delay an aircraft already in flight while keeping it within a specified airspace or predefined relationship without ruining anything; i.e. "going in circles." The primary use of a holding pattern is to delay aircraft that have arrived at their destination but cannot land yet because of traffic congestion, poor weather, the other person being in love with someone else, or runway unavailability (for instance, during snow removal or emergencies)."

After finally going home, Rosie is on a mission to conquer the United States, one Air Force Base at a time; telling the tales of his adventures in postcards and letters to Bucky and Gale. (At least most of them) On the road, he meets new people, sees new places, and tries to figure out what he wants out of life; out of love. Not that it's always love. (It's almost never love) (It's elsewhere)

OR: Rosie's Intercontinental Sexcapades, Courting Bucky Egan Through Letters, Long-Distance Third-Wheeling, Road Trips That Are Technically Not Roadtrips

Prologue - CLEAR

The moment David sang my favorite song, and favorite line, with me and to me. “Holding Patterns” from his 3rd album. It was the best night! ❤️

When we are barely holding on, we hold each other

David singing Holding Patterns

“Being between one thing or condition and another.” Tyler’s voice is quieter now. The words hang between them.

Oh.

or, holding pattern

pass me between

bass and hard drum

cymbal my

tympanic membrane marinates, marinade, rib-rub me the

wrong way, darling, doll face

kiss me until my fingernails curl

nails on a chalkboard or

styrofoam stroking styrofoam, I’m

atypically drawn, baby, the smell of decaying wet leaves,

loose book pages drifting easily in dreams, in dreams

I hold a massive cat and wonder how it’s so plentiful, here, wonder

how I say the words and let it be, how

the holding pattern drifted me to sleep in my

waking life, I 

never knew the map was written on my chest in

quicksilver, in silver mercury

rising with my temperature,

mercurial curio I’m

curious if I’m

the one

keeping you up at night, am I

kissing the space between the draw-sheets and

a drifter, broken bramble of orange coral

opaque in the tepid torrid stream

sand and not, 

body and not,

I lift I lie I cover one eye and say it’s farther off than before, nearer now still,

but behind me all the same,

breathing the nape of my neck,

painting it in heat like the beat of moth’s wings in August 

from outside the window screen

I’m on my knees I’m

on my back, crawling now towards you, for you, I’m

on two feet, always on two feet, always risen as in from the dead as in

Eucharist transfixed my vision is not sugarplums but plump bloodclot visions I 

am envisioning a neck ever kissed, a body ever-loved, I am adored and I am 

adoration, I am, I am 

that I am

I am. 

Title: MonkeyMind (Demo)

Artist: The Devin Townsend Project

Album: Holding Patterns (Transcendence Bonus Disc)