Friday, January 31, 2014

31 january

honestly creativity is one i'd need to see more of the floor of the fauna the door of the sauna heated up the window written with words and pictures absurd in the clearly defined and unlinear nature the whirr of bees in the treasonous business of honeycombing the roaming of spider webs the easy treble clefs we've leapt over and under in the basest of reasons our seasons have endings but pretending they are now will hardly make the living lighter -- brighter to the sky and higher to the wire like the tighter rope to fly and the thicker goose to try out for an alarm clock listening to the morning adorning a wester coast a chance for remote to change a channel to arrange itself whether the numbers are the same or the keys get all estranged in the oddest of all ways -- and i've played those roles before and i've opened many doors just to find more waiting down the hall and extending corners, the silent mourners shaking their heads -- even as we've read the obituaries, even as we've traced the tributaries: where do we start versus where we end up are all kinds of parking lots to drive through and talk out like doubts circled in highlighter and declared and i'm scared and i'm willing but the billing gets top treatment though there's plenty of fees spent on the admission just to stare down at your feet: get up while dancing's easier and watch the sky expand in treats of wonder - easy as the starry blunders trial and error the circles of light, the dark and the night, the morning and white-faced sandwich calendar with guts all wondering open and the pages flipping wild -- just a flapping bird unhinged and the months weeks days compiled in a random flood of minutes that no one can hold quite down as the seconds drip from hours and the lights flick out in town

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