justwrite 28 may

applejack station a tune-in destination the lifestyle of the richly imaginative a secret tragedy behind every raised eyebrow an unacknowledged bow accompanying every success we are the dreamers of scenes that can’t be colored by any numbers the blunders over the lines just fine rhyming with actuality subtracting the totality of the sum from the whole of its parts the mechanical triangles equal to the unfair squares parading in geometrical brilliance daring to be doubted daring for their angles to be called out and found wanting contracting protractors to thwart their detractors these are the benefactors of excess knowledge must here rhyme with college but nothing known is too far thrown away just scattered a little and buried beneath but perhaps within reach like dreams two hours ago wrapped up and clapped up or stressed over when awakened shaken by the sensation that this is not where I closed my eyes something has happened in between that was more than a dream and in a recent recollection I was certain both that I was dreaming and awake and in this fake reality I had finished here and was at staging again for a country that started with b and might’ve been Bengal for all that’ll do and it was in asia not to be fazed there were no backstories just the next step was the same one in a different direction and I was packing and thinking and collecting pillows and wondering how it’d be to repeat and how neat at staging to know something of how the show would go on and it seemed like no problem just an answer when you don’t know what to go back to who to be and other such wonders then step in a different direction plenty of time for correction and you’re free to go at any time but it’s your dime and it’s real shiny so you might as well spend it or at least lend it toward something rewarding