The Jobberwacky

by alllofthewords

Inspired by Lewis Carroll's 'The Jabberwocky,' a poem written in the same vein, a more sensible interpretation, an explanation of the wording, and a pagelong poem-style drabble on existentialism and Norse mythology inspired by 'The Jobberwacky.' Hope you enjoy.

4. Chapter 4

Chapter 4: 'Steps' Pagelong

A/N: What I've taken to calling a pagelong (there are several I've done, it's just writing nonstop until you fill a page, no periods) inspired by my 'Jobberwacky' (Chapter 1) and wandering through Norse mythology and existentialism. Not as strictly relevant as the last two chapters, but I think it's an interesting idea.

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Steps and schleps to the torrid domain and dungeon of its dark and barrel-chested fears, poison to the chastised chalice and stairs to a higher heaven than the anvil-sparks of fiery stars glowing in the dark dark darkness of rock and stone and tomb and tunnels down to the center of the earth, wooden supports from the oldest of trees bracing and groaning against the weight and angst of the world above, heavy with the wishes and wants and desires and prayers and intentions that pave that marbled staircases stepping down, down, into the depts of a shaft that rivals the trunk of the Yggdrassil for width and strength of torrent in the sheer volume of human soul and spirit poured into nothingness and space, the laws of universal shadow condemning a reality full of reality to nonexistence in the spaces between belief and rationality that consciousness dictates to be the norm in a world understandable as that which follows laws conducive to a temptation of survival, tripping blindly by in rabid anticipation of something more at the end of a path they travel on failing to look and notice and see and realize the little meanings and importances inherent in the universe around them and the beauty in the tiny little little things, choosing instead to ignore all that material along with the snicker-snacketing chuckle and billow of darkness that threatens to gulp and swallow down all they hold dear in an existence-wide suckkng-in of dizzy unreality without leaving a burp of acknowledgement of the slightest meaning to a universe that no longer exists but as a memory in an endlessly revolving sparkle in an eye shut tight forevermore against the possibility of a mortal stepping and schlepping through life once more.