Tuesday, May 17, 2011
justwrite 17 may
used to be one of those but certainly not now not at this point anyhow and what other point matters half as much you’d be daft to touch down too early while flying there are skies forever but you’re not always up there it’s easy to care to fare well to bear spells of indulgence easily the breezily tame tigers laughing mildly in indigo alarm we are charmed by our usages of words our absurd herds of trees fumbling in around the fences waiting for their chances there are dances to be made there are leaves to be paid attention to folding in and out of circumstance fingers too dry to try for it’s too soon to start to cry for the ending you know must come we’ve seen this film before and what’s more it was better the first time not a cursed rhyme but an easy success hard to say what’s next in a better story but this one’s based on truth so it’s harder to get used to such a track rather attack the narrative voice rejoicing in the colored windows the splinters of light breaking fast and smooth into the courtyard too hard to hold too hot to handlebar that mustache we’re crashing past absurdity it used to be ironic and now it’s just the fact freezing my yogurt at you and wondering who you might be we’re typing separately these days we’ve never met we’ve yet to present anything anywhere you the unknown honing in on nothing I am sending out no signals here content to wait and to do otherwise there are surprises in this I who have so long been with now to be not now to be alone and to hone vague skill sets like alabaster tools pressed into use in the crafting of resumes but here they must come alive here we arrive to survive and to better there are no nets beneath there are no paths to reach just corners to turn and some to pass by I’m wondering where that stage will go how that current will flow and will I swim certainly not to sink but maybe to float maybe a mote of dust in the sky burning into sunshine and drowning eyes too full of dusk the husks of evening cast aside when the morning comes and it will oh it will
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