Sunday, February 2, 2014
2 february
Even as we dive down our closest closets for known crowns - those overgrown thrones of identity thrown down and worn away - faded in doubtful trout stream magazines and hobby horses of other designs - the defined lines of too many shakedowns made over and caked up with breakroom doughnuts - sugar powdered unempowered - where has all the energy gone? easy songs of future dreams and silvery screen delivery shivery with potential - we meant full well - we knew those truths as self-evident, resplendent in tomorrow's surcease of sorrows - borrowed lines and easy-earned times - they will know us as we come - they will see us as among the stars - we number our own constellations - frustrations fade as the paths melt / come clear / steer - unaware of scene shifts as authors drift and enter alongside - a ride not for the settled - having mettled: the coast is clearer - a mirror for the looking - tickets for the booking and sun for the rising - open the horizon and can the act - counteract and balance: stop the saying and brew the doing cometruing - the lookingback versus action: only one means traction and abstract collapses language into bags full of nothing - the images gone and the story's all gappy - missing the lappy trap around around and drowning - smiles in for frowning - space the place and go -
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