justwrite 2 october

watching this film steals my sense of now and how and if why then where we stare ourselves in the mirror it’s clearer when we live differently than fiction there’s an addiction to truth and the youth and the gimme we shimmy ourselves to sleep we dance in deep lines we bury our treasure in immeasurable silence there are trials and high times and the end rhymes don’t always feed the meter but it’s neater this way to keep the eyes way off the road I’d like to explode with moonbright questions the sleep through dimensions the forgiveness the bigness of a dream we steam our answers in chance encounters there is sadness and there is quiet there are riots in the kitchen and a question we can’t listen to we’re humming through the interview and answering without wonder we’ve gathered what we can plunder and the same clothes the endless repose the way to suppose worry is to hurry the finding to rush the rewinding the answers will wait the state will have union and the silence will not heal anything but quiet we find ourselves opening and closing the same doors that’s mine this is yours we thought we’d figured it out but we’d just been stockpiling doubt just trouting up the stream and raining on the bow and how and why we wonder on the singing songs and the dancing feet meeting each other in endless numbers and designs the patterns and the times of London of new York this is not a track we thought we’d get to finish just diminishing returns from there on out and so we’ll wait until