2 january

while the settles get scored the music gets noted and the remotes are chanced - i have danced too many steps to keep in time with this rhythm! forgive and forget but then turn the page while you hold your breath (there are cookies and they crumble, there are scripts but speakers mumble) - let us speak of pleasanter stuff and wrap our fingers in faux fur muffs while the bough breaks and the curtains call : places, everyone! come and see the lions roar while the cattle catch their breath, then heave it out across the plains to claim the landscape as their own : we are here! we roam alone in unframed scenes and make our means to reach the ends - these we lend and those we keep - we are the dreams we cannot sleep through, those are the breaks we cannot creep true enough to bluff each listener as the cliffs fall off into steep-sided failure / we are the whales, we're the envy of small-toothed handmedown wonderwhys even as the meek surprise of quagmires works it way into dusking living rooms and bedrooms emptying of the hope of sleep : lead us toward a cooler pillow ! lead us to a rest that's free of want, a hope that's without need : i will not call unless you'd like to answer / waiting - maybe - plenty else to do