justwrite 30 may

thank you for your attention thanks for the dimensions you’ve added worth subtracting the contractions of the eyes and the surprise dilation the summation of touching that dial and landing on a smile unnoticed the hocus pocus of other features creatures of their own designs and no minds can mind mine own my phone-home frequency the alien surroundings the crowning delicacy of taking a messy interpretation and turning it into a book here look you can see if you slow it down if you measure a frown but you can’t you can only see what’s real can feel what you know but to show the truth takes an uncouth amount of attention please repeat what you said I was mislead from the beginning your winning style and political linguistics play easy tricks with the ears but it’s the eyes that mind the most that toast victory before the bread is out of the oven there are dozens of such tricks the Olympics of games of chance of romance and also of business the busy stress of catching on is long-gone in that mind but we the rest we the tellers of truths do our best to keep up we cup our hands full of information we seek satiation if not satisfaction and the attraction can’t be denied much less defined much of the time but we still make charts we open hearts for surgery when it’s really more of a blurry line and I’m not sure I’ll find room for discussion in the reading guide like a skeptic perplexed but unwilling to turn to find what’s next we can stall but for how long and we can be weak but still how strong you need to act to detract from your own suspicions we are glistening stars in the night of sense of darkness but it is too black to see more than fingers much less feelings stealing any sort of spotlight it’s not bright enough to take that recipe and transfer what we see back and forth in the course of human events less than two seconds still we’re meant to do so and that’s the way the story goes otherwise abruptly we’d fall off the sidewalk or talk ourselves out of most everything with a swinging smile or overdose on morose agreement a spree sent to see what’s to come next in the best of scenarios the daredevil hypotheses still just trees and nothing like the forest that ought to be before us