justwrite 12 september

when we all call down we fall up together and out of touch we are in luck we jump back onto a track we might not have seen coming and we are running forward into slow motion our devotion to the seasons beyond reasons we are counting our coffee beans and considering tea we are filtering the caffeine out from the clouds the sky too loud to imagine and the energy too large to charge interest let us list our distractions and bake them in a pie when the morning opens we will serve our deserving selves with a wealth of cards and letters our own forgetters are forgiven even when we bring in the reinforcements there is no consideration no devastation we recognize what we're getting and we're sitting down for seconds and thirds and years more we are overcome again running into tires four squared and shared with enameled smiles in the style of a documentary this is me and i am in the phase of the moon that's in tune with the stream the flying machine tweaking its path to counteract the cream diluting the pollution and cooling the jets not yet we are running out of letters but never out of words it's absurd to imagine complete quiet to depict the way it's going to be before it is and how it ought to be without and with