Poet Laszlo Kalnoky wrote accurately in his poem “Despair”--

His loneliness seeps down a lined bleak face.
A new indignity, a stab of pain.
Not young now, and his flesh hangs heavy.
In lungs and heart the ruinous army gathers.
His eye strains for a face he does not find.

Transfigured, I drifted out of the possibilities of biological geometry leaving the body drifting in a spirit haze with the spirits. I drifted into the radioactive. I became one with the radiation. I pressed into his breathe, skink, thin fat, muscle, flowing blood, bone toughness, twanging sinews-tendons--into his marrow. I traveled into some of his mysteries, yet did not understand a great deal of them.

I can tell you now his soul is more ghost--through the slough of despond into brute tribulations--tolls--your time is also always closer strangers--

I now return to this sorry physical body to explain to you the conditions of a stricken singer.

Mr. Travis. Some how got a viral infection in the past month landing himself in the hospital. Heart surgery was performed. More tragedy struck as he was physically suffused with a stroke. He quickly bottomed out to the hard rock bottom of his own heart into the throes of severe critical condition.

Was he about to die and swim that river of Jordan with Mother Mable the angel serenading him across those cool shadowy depths?

I have chosen the most sincere source for the states of being involving Mr. Randy Travis. I have gone fishin at the official site, http://www.randytravis.com. Below is a somewhat sub par explanation of Mr. Travis’s shenanigans

“As we’re able to put the pieces of the puzzle together, he did suffer an acute viral illness over the past three weeks, but that seems to have tipped over a more chronic condition.

He has what’s called idiopathic cardiomyopathy, which means he has scarring of his heart muscle that is causing his heart to be weak and not able to support his circulation without help of either medical devices of medication.

We performed a biopsy of his heart muscle and it shows scar tissue. It does not show active infection. From the appearance on echocardiograms, which are images of his heart, this is not the appearance of either drugs or alcohol causing the heart condition.

Mr. Travis does have a family history of cardiomyopathy and it is more likely related to that.”

I’m sure Mr. Travis has Never and NOT INFLICTED any lasting permanency of damage upon his physical vessel through the torrential deluges of alcoholic beverages and/or narcotic/stimulant intoxications. Keeping good face whilst calling a shit eating grin something else has no shame.

I would like to add Mr. Travis has chosen the opportune time to suffer severe heart trouble and have a mini stroke. For a time, I believed the man may have been convalescing from his antics and anxious thundered shattered to the bone antics from the painful summer of 2012 were over. The shame of the United States sordidly throwing out the bill of rights to pursue the passions of Orwellian dystopia seemingly coincide with Travis’ physical manifestations that almost completely submerged him in the watery depths of the afterlife.

If you feel so perversely tempted or genuinely empathetic one can sign an online get well card. I have not signed it. Go to http://www.groupcard.com/c/7lLlsXl1GwG

There is more trouble. A whole lot of TROLLOPING TRIBULATING TROUBLE is running gratuitously great with wicked wildness in the old Traywick clan. It is as if TROUBLE BECAME A MAN OF FLESH devil and done gone and shot that rotting pitbull dead dog (or was it a Labrador)in the muddy ditch parallel to the abandoned haunted train tracks.

Yes, Randy Travis’ brother has been arrested for making the moves on the manufacturing of the meth then selling the methamphetamine product. Mr. David Traywick is Mr. Randy’s older brother. He must feel lost or confused in a supernatural bitterness standing in the shadows of his younger and materially artistically successful younger brother. This is the same brother he got in trouble with way back in those debauched teenaged years. David got caught also last September with the same charges involving Meth Labs.

I will know go back to my decaying cassette copy of Randy’s No Holdin’ Back 1989 album. The degraded miniature tape reel warbles a little. All the more sickeningly psychedelic for the pitch shifting that traverses through deeper depths of trembling till strutting a stuttering downward into a grotesquery garbled glaze. I tend to believe this is the metaphysical emotional state Mr. Randy Travis soul now shivers in. The ghost and soul had an old fashioned gentleman duel. The body was the pawn and never the prize. Mr. Travis is more silvery ghost then translucent blood swimming soul.