5 january

there are no rights to be left with to be tied i am fit but the writ i bit was habeas and the wish was to fall a star : car / start -- cold / depart -- all the answers chance their fingers faster than the fries can be refilled and i have willed the sun to shine while the easlyglow metals rhyme (let me tell you how to to reason with the alabaster kennel width while puppies and the monsters roar the ocean back through that seashore) easy as the mountains do their business keeping skies above the answers and the motions keep the listeners warm in silent gloves - can we hope our sirens scream as firetrucks roar their happy dreams, their wailing calls of redsilver themes - we and our streets and the hopehappy sleep - we and the safety we wish for the children, the feelings of worry and washaway fret, we and the wonders we haven't seen yet - the lists of all the hopeful tries, wishes for the maybe whys -- let's keep maybe in our hearts, let's write scenes and how they start will look so much like now that we will look around in wonder and blunder into fiction even as we lick our lips with hope - the ropes of truth will whistle as we linger in the leaning out of now