Saturday, January 17, 2009

justwrite 17 january

i am sleeping in my sleep and i am dreaming of not waking up until a different future though it's unclear how i can know which is which and how often it will be confused with the past while lasting much longer and carrying water into a well up and down the wall calling out for sense and receiving paper money the kind we make up the stakes up and high enough for laughter the crafts drafting into roughspun perfection with revision the situation most encouraged the words turned into themselves comparing their staring neighbors with their partial saviors and thinking out loud about who can save the crowd and crowd the loud out of the room and into the trees quieted by breeze and fascinated by birds who've heard it all before and tuck them to rest in nests i have been wondering why the sky and how high the triangles that feed the pyramid why we need the doubling of super and hero together whether the weather is far or unfair and why care about the stairs to heaven or levin or other sources of information or inspiration the hesitation before and during and after choosing the illusion of making a choice and rejoicing in the sameness when we don't and gloating over all we've not undone from our packs just carrying around with no chance to relax shoulders from carrying the heavy burden and pointing it out to others so many stars shining in our eyes as we disguise our reasons and try others for treason

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