justwrite 27 october

i am starting to think of the plan but when the words are too many i write and there is not yet space for this language this story will make believers and enemies and my name shall be called not in the dark places the spaces left gaping once teeth are pulled and the nothingness is tender sending our tongues out we taste the absence the deliverance from primeval fears through abstraction for the concrete beneath my feet between my toes grows closer to my sole salvation i sleep in the space of giants and my prologue has been eaten whole stolen in the night with its liquid eyes blinking back the day staying wise and quiet despite the uncertainty of land and an understandable thrust bursting through an accidentally open door the store room of the previous devious message-taker the eraser of shaken mistakes but where could they go and to know is impossible to deny with a try and seek mission statement a fate meant to be magical a carnival of supposition glistening in a caramel smile creeping up the corners warning all comers that these numbers are by the books that these brothers are made by brooks and this elegance is never too hasty never quite a reachable fad clad in long limbs swimming in light and the laughter of a kind not quite understood or intended for common consumption mass production these calls are too fine for this dime and the ring goes unanswered