a harp strung in low tension
easily played you can hardly hear me
twist your wrist and crank my pegs
tighten my strings
string me out
hang me up
on the limbs of
your favorite tree

I want the wind to brush my hair

I know you're not exactly the way that I see you.
But you should know that you're not exactly the way you see yourself, either.

blue smile
blue hair

blue rims
blue basket

blue bell
blue

the sound of shifting gears

Like water

A weeping willow swaying in the wind

The reeds waving to the cosmos

I am a fable breaking the fourth wall

Look through my window
and sing it with me

You are telling lies so I can promise you nothing and
You are slithering through the cracks in my mind and

Now I am flying
through the cracks
of your words

See me moving
to the rhythm of my heart

I am dancing
to the pulsations
of the distant stars

Flowing up and out
like the nectar from a honeysuckle

Honey and milk pouring from my throat

Sip the dew from the Broadleaf sage
and breathe in its hearty breath

There are diamonds
glistening from the pine trees

and quartz crystals
dripping from the sky and

These pine cones
are red roses

These nettles
they are black feathers
fanning white clouds

and this lake here is your soul
with your eyes in its reflection

and the ripples on its surface
undulate in loving breath
with the universe

Let us form new languages,
languages of beauty and love!

Let's make far reaching extrapolations
that'll blossom into blissful bougainvilleas.

Please!
Let us frolick in fabulous fields
of bountiful wondering.

We will speak in the
words we've named birds.
In the names we've worded flowers.

I can tell you now that my pupils are spreading their wings like the center of a sunflower as it grows

Simply because you are
the glory of the morning
and I am because you are
and we are because we are
indeed!

A long blossomed sunshine spiral smile!

I can tell you I'm feelin'
free free chickadee
ya see the tweet tweet
melody?

I am the blue jay in the summertime,
and the junko in the winter.

Ah I'm the melody,

I'm the robin with the
red breast in the spring time
and I am a shiny black blue crow
come the fall. Find me singing!

Find me caw, caw!

Crispy falling leaves come quietlyyy

green dress green dress
dressed to impress
I guess you didn't bet
you'd get all that **** sweat

I want to unravel every thread of my apparel

Leave it in a tangled heap upon last Autumn's fallen leaves —
brown near black now and pungent from the rot
of several seasons' rainfall...

I want to stand tall in stark ****** as crickets hop over my feet
and ants crawl through the hairs on my toes

I want to curl my foot-fingers into the moss and
feel the earth beneath it as if in newfound love

Sit in blissful vulnerability
Lie in wondrous mystery and tranquility
Breathe and worship all the silences of the forest
all the silences of love

If a word paints a picture,
and a picture is worth a thousand words,
then what is the worth of a word? It seems

the fibers of the fabric are the words we've woven to create the canvas on which we paint pictures that are worth a thousand words;

words painting pictures that are worth a thousand words onto canvases woven from words that are the fibers of the fabrics.

If a word is worth a thousand words,
then a word paints a million pictures.

love may be infinite,
but your time and energy are limited
so love yourself without limits
because you will be
with yourself
forever

And and we've been pretending

we've been pretending it's all right
that it's all good

we've been faking happiness
and faking peace

we know that we've gone too far

that there's no going back

and we're all intoxicated
past the point of serenity
to the point of insanity

and no matter
how many years
of sobriety
we can still relapse

and no matter
how many days
that we act kindly
we will all snap

because we all snap
under pressure
and the more we fake it
the more people expect
and the more we pretend
the harder it is to not

and the pressure builds
the temperature rises
until one day
we crack
and everything boils over

tension
release

so it goes

You are, and you're not.
You are a circle, and you're a dot!

foul bug
grab it and tug

you're a flyin' tooth
hockin' loogies

Disregard that! I'm a loonie!

Meow-cat, can't take it and
snap! goes my brain like
crack! goes the coffee mug
falling from the counter and
swoosh! goes the butterfly
flapping it's wings...
screech!

see
the
blossoming magnolias...

and we're all bubbling up
from the inside out!

we're left downright sideways!
looking for the sun to come out...

silver lining -
fluffy cloud,
blue sky fall,
hop skip and
jump! to high heaven:

falling... backwards,
in a grand attempt to
leap! into a pool of faith
from the highest cliff...

and when the tables are turned...
you are scratches in the vinyl!
skip, skip, skip to my
loop -loop -looping thought patterns...

Meow meow
meow

...and now I know
I am most comfortable
floating with the mystery...

with the ever changing...

I am with the indefinite
and the undefined

where the questions
are answers, and
where the answers
are questions
that lead to more questions...

I am comfortable...
with this ever expanding space,
where each new beginning is an ending,
and each ending is a new beginning...

where there is
only more,
nothing less...
I am comfortable

I see a sadness in the eyes of conformists —
and I see that same sadness in the eyes of those
convulsing radically in opposition.

In others, and in my own.

Each are lingering at a window of perception.

As they want to be engaged, engage them.
Listen to them, and be listened to.

Both will have lent each other liberation
from their chains of perception,

because both will have gazed
through each other's windows —

I used to spend my days people-watching,
but now I spend my days window-watching.

Releasing my attachments
to states of sedentary perception.

Walking through the universe's
gallery of infinite windows.

Exploring the galaxies of the minds of others,
and exploring  galaxies of my own.

Every star — an eye;
a window to another reality.

Standing up from my complacent seat!
Sitting no longer at my dusty window!
Breaking my gaze from my
oh so cherished glass!

Breaking my chains,
discarding my burdens.

This is the only way that I can truly explore!

This is the only way that I may truly be free.

I'm waiting for my cue
for the next bit

sittin' waitin' wishin'
gettin' lit in the forest
with the tree spirits

don'tcha hear it?

the music of the leaves
and
the birds and
the bees

those jinglin' keys

the singing tree frogs and the falling logs
the rinkle tinklin' of the cranberry bogs

long gone, now lakes and creeks
lookin' in the water,
gettin' peeks

of other dimensions
and we're consistently reaching
new levels of ascension

releasing tension with
each and every lesson

getting stronger the
longer I'm here
the longer I'm here
the less there is to fear but

you gotta feel it
feel it without losin' it

ya gotta let it go
in order to let it flow and

ya gotta let it flow
to let yourself grow and

you let yourself grow
in order to know whatcha gotta show

and that's whatcha feel
from your head to your toes

it's whatcha feel
in your heart
high to low...

you're a gardener
and you're a seed

you're a pardoner
and you're a plead

sow yourself and
let yourself crack

spill out your insides
and don't look back

push through the mud and
the dirt and the grime and

soon you'll see the sunshine
in no time, sublime...

you'll twist and turn
in every which way

to see the light
whether night or day

Free movement

unobserved even by my own eyes

I am free in the moment
uncondemned and unconfined

I am flowing
like the vines of a
weeping willow in the wind

Growing
like the pines of the
barrens aft the inferno
has licked the cones into opening

I am a particle
entangled with every other particle in existence.

The trajectory
and spin of
each and every quanta
affect my frequency and direction.

Although I am a concentration of energy,
I act as a particle. Although I am a particle,
I act as a concentration of energy.

I cannot be described
without those that affect me
being described along with me.

No matter how far,
no matter how close,
I am still my own yet
I feel what others feel.

Einstein called it spooky action at a distance.
I call it Love.

It's a planetary whirlwind in
a stellar vortex find us all spinnin'.

There's some that seem stagnant
see 'em flappin' against the
strong solar winds.

Yawn yawn and
I am drizzling on a cloud
from the moon.

Slightly sideways
soak it up, fluffy buffoon.

Stuff my belly with
unmasticated dreamscapes.

Feeling indigestion from
the lack of gestation.

Sprouting so quickly
I am shooting topsoil out
in every direction, an herbal volcano

See me twisting to find the light.
Seems like it's almost too bright.
Packed dirt almost too tight.

Break free break free to see
the world around me.

Channel the sea to
surf the waves of energy.

Why must we pencil dive
straight into the eye
of each other's souls?

I want to love lightly.

nope
find me split downright sideways
up the middle coming from a
different direction

take me to dead fish laughing gull with
sickly sirens blaring blue notes
up to my eyeballs

dogs are barking down my throat and
I'm a tongue tied around a
whispering jack-o-lantern
kissing a mask in the corn maze

push my broken harp around in a
squeaky wheelbarrow tell me I'm
lighting candles for the dead find me
the next day asleep in my dreams
in my dreams I'm awake in my bed

asleep in my dreams
I'm waiting to wake up
in the underground

find me freaking out
find me finding myself lost
and unfinding myself lost and found

find me found
grind me into the ground
under your heel toe heel toe
skip to my truth

teeth grinding like gears as
a cog in the machine I'm a
canteen of watermelon sunshine ******

needles bent and battered
broken and shattered kind souls
in the black hole and I'm asphyxiating
just looking at it

blood drop
cancer

and I still love

I fell asleep and
I woke up dreaming

there is a reunion happening
a reunion to strengthen unions

and there is only
the illusion of fault

it is all love

your soul seems droopy
half melted from your body
I love you I love you please
don't stick that needle
in your arm

I see the spirits
trying to escape your veins
they pull you to walk into
closed doorways closed doorways
slam
slam

open the door
and let yourself out

I love you I love please
don't stick that needle
in your arm

don't apologize to me
apologize to yourself

forgive yourself

let yourself go
let yourself GO

every moment you are blossoming into a newer version of yourself

you are not too much
you are not too little

you are perfect in the sense that perfect is an ever evolving state of becoming

and I love you
I love you
please

tantalizing notions of beauty

an open heart and an
open mind wait patiently

playful sounds dance around the room

we are painting silences with
the wails of ocean tides

going in to get out
getting out to go into
contrapunctal life paths

running in and out of love
with yourself, we are running
in spirals in spirals we are

embracing the self within

appreciate the one
you will always be with

A point between two points
is just as much a point outside of other points

And a point outside of two points
is just as much a point between other points

A concept is a being
alive and breathing, giving and receiving
to be born, loved, and nurtured

A being is a concept
an abstract idea, a notion of manifestation
to expand, to contract, and to be brought forth
to the fullest potential

To be actualized

As below so above
As above so below

As within so throughout
As throughout so within

What is inside is outside
And what is outside is inside

In the series of infinite concentric circles
each circle encircles another
and in turn is encircled
by another

The infinite embrace

foam body
ocean wave sinking throne
muddy waters polished stone
sunbath getaway find a way out
little hole in the skyward flame
eyes of blame and guilt trains
take it further to the last domain
falling off the brink to a walk of shame
not a game
not each other's to tame
broken down frame slump slump trip
hop skip and frown I'm trying to turn down right sideways to see the beauty in this piece show me something new
find me something new to say
got all the blobs and not the right way
I'm a viscous liquid spinning down a drain
black hole and frolicking over billowing plains of uncertainty
currently in blissful mystery
and it feels like a million ants
are biting my wings
as they wake up
certainly

I was never afraid of losing you
because I never had you in the first place
because you are not to be had
because you are to be felt with

I was afraid of losing what I felt with you
because what I felt was so sublime
but somehow we lost our selves
somewhere along the way
our selves were no longer our own

and so we had each other
we had each other good
but we lost how we felt

There’s just… all this noise… There’s all this noise and I feel like a tone floating around in some kinda modal stasis. And I just want to change the key but I can never seem to get the voice leading right.

There’s all these other intervals in here with me and we’re all packed in too tight. I’m just a chromatic scale descending into dissonance as I push past clusters of minor seconds.

I feel like I’ve gotta fight to find consonance, but I’m so **** quiet that nobody can harmonize with me. Nobody can even hear me over all this noise all this noise all this noise. This noise when so many sing without listening. This noise of a thousand unheard melodies.

This noise this noise this noise
This noise this noise this noise

synthetic soul
you are a stunt double doing stunts I never needed to do in the first place

synthetic soul
you are an escape from the real deal quiet squeal you keep me hidden in the shadows

synthetic soul
I am tired of making excuses for myself so you can let others shine I want to see the daylight too

fabricated face
you are sewn to the sinews of the muscles beneath my flesh and your expressions are a tiresome dance I try to follow in empty steps

fabricated face
you bend to my perceived will of others and leave me creaking and cracked

fabricated face
I thought you were here to protect me

fabricated face
now I know you can only hurt me

I thought I knew this from the beginning
but I can only feel it now

If my perception of you
is a reflection of me,
and your perception of me
is a reflection of you,

then are our perceptions
of each other refractions
of our perceptions of our selves?

and if so, are our perceptions
of our selves refractions
of our perceptions of each other?

adore galore
a bounty of beauty bounces blissfully about fields of budding wandering wonders

wistful waking dreams are the places to be, y'see... imagine being free - imagine being free...

tree climbing is much more than a past time activity, it is a livelihood
it isn't 'what if I should?'
it's all good it's all good

bent bright distortions of self parodies are overanalyzed and indistinguishable from nonfiction, a sarcasm fostered past the point of pointlessness

silly ironic discrepancies spiral inward to vast void fluidity tie a knot and listen to it melt under the microscope

sizzle sun ray beam of light sends me sniffing around in surround sound you're a stinky hologram come find me singin'

whew! I love yew
I love yew!

poppy flower snake ****
spicy changa sunflower
sassy sufferin' sassafras
morning glory rain dance

green goddess giddy leaves
spicy pie and grilled cheese

swiftly drifting hippie child
sounding the bell of crystal quartz
undead spunyuns seize empty moments
fill them with crumpled smirks and last minute breaths

quartz unclouded
in a moment of clarity
I'm overtaken by electricity
crackle crackle jolt

a lightning bolt
from the tips of my fingers
traveling up my arms and
sizzling out in my elbows
my joints my joints

I am found unfinding
unfound and finding
myself losing myself
lost and found

tingly tongue tied with
sizzly pop sizzle spit
electric electric  

along the same line
I follow stories from
book to book I look
I swing I bring my own

back and forth from
word to word we see lines
cut from crystalline letters

round and round
crush crackle jolt

tell me something new
tell me something new
tell me something new

Pour a little nonsense
from the tip of this
smoking stick of sage
ash bash begash  

sprinkle some silly salt
on my slug rug
give it a tug

the cries of the
self proclaimed adults
go unsung from sharp cheddar

goat cheese sings it like a breeze
bleat bleat sheep sell tears on the cheap

catch the blue butterfly that'll
pop into dimes

locks of love explode into chimes
and it's the dialectic of paradigms

thesis
antithesis
synthesis
sin this is
I guess
lol nah

pawn rook queen this is chess
bless it and mess it up to start over again
the king is in a constant state of
falling to the board

tick tack finger
speed up and
linger there

watch the ayahuasca vine grow in spirals similar to the dancing strands of DNA

base pairs are antennas of consciousness leaking through the silk screen press
I guess

two cupcakes told me that
teamwork is pretty sweet

take a bite and tell me if you like
the frosting on the cake I bet
you won't like the dough though
if it's half baked

Mise en abyme

Brush your teeth 'til ya gag
psychosomatic spitting
hock out your spirit
watch it swirl down the drain

flush your **** down
the throne of silence

out of sight
out of mind
out of mind
out of sight

Allen Ginsberg was a **** machine

**** me sideways
my face is melting off
I've tried nine ways to hell and back
to make it stop make it stop please but
this force is electrocuting me
crackling inside of my veins
melting capillaries

sound the bell
tick tack toe
gotcha

underlying intentions bubble up from under the surface of my skin as the roaring inferno engulfs my body

I am surrounded by a fiery tornado of unforgiven sins

this demon's embrace is a warm one

take me back
to the days of wander
never dull with woe
eyes bright with wonder

dancing with butterflies on
sunny days with warm breezes
twirling around in the pouring rain
dripping molten caramel onto the
fluffy snow in the backyard

the scent of the honeysuckle

The pen hits the paper and
ink bleeds through the fibres
in the fabric of my world

Where have I been?
Where am I?
The attempt at faith
in which I am
has been tried and tried again

Oh, I've got pride
but there's a limp in my stride
It's high tide and I've been lied to
pried from and I'm black salt
from the bowels of a volcano

Find me spewing magma
from my lips and you'll be burnt
by unkempt fury

It'll take me years to come back
from the years I've been lost
so I'll just keep finding myself
deep in the thickets,
I am catching brambles
in every nook and cranny
of my being,
unseeing

Open my eyes and
fill the voids with sunshine,
a shimmering coat of stardust
with a bit of moonshine,
seems to be the remedy for
dull smiles and droopy eyes

I've stumbled across the fault lines of your not-so-subtle lies, unwilling quite chilling
and I cry in order to see those thorns wither and die, sizzle from the sighs as I realize with real eyes there's nothing for me to surmise and it'll either be my demise or what finally makes me wise, so

I burst into flames and slither into the sky,
no limits, and in just a minute I'm in a new state of mind.

From unkind to kind I'm a dried up rind bubbling into the scent of fresh pine.

Sometimes you just gotta draw the line,
and let the ink bleed through

It's all welling up inside of me,
'cause I just can't seem to find the right key,
and I'm lyin' on hard floors
behind locked doors,
just waiting here to be set free, I can't see - my soul's as salty as the dead sea and
my heart's buried beneath snowed capped mountains of debris,

but I'm a fruit tree,
and my roots grow deep,
I won't flee -
so I'm flowing up and out
like magma against the gravity,
I'm rising up and out
like the leading tone to middle c,

resolution, start a revolution,
be the queen bee -
stir up the hive -
harmonize the mind -
get 'em on the grind ' to sing
cotrapunctal voices,
leading to find '
the existential keys
to remove the debris,
to remove the roof
in order to find the proof
and deconstruct the paradigms
of the bourgeoisie!

soak in that vitamin D,
that sweet stellar soul honey.

tweet tweet buzz like the
birds and the bees

let's set ourselves free,
let's set ourselves free

Crawling backwards through my dusty spiderweb of neural connections, I am projecting comedic tragedies

Call me crazy, because you're probably right

Absurdist fantasies of long lost dreams and an empty train station smelling of **** and departed railway cars

It's time to turn it around and
crawl out of my tunnel of silk

I will explode into butterfly
from the silk in my belly

Spit me a story, Oh Old One.
I am astounded by the revolutions
you have memorized around the sun.

Stellar vortex, find me twirling
through the disconnected
and unreached.

Remember me

running your fingers through my hair
it is falling out in clumps
I'm actually surprised it's stayed this long
but I will be a naked mole rat soon

I left the door ajar tonight, and
despite the spirits of the darkness
swirls of sunshine pour into my open sores

there's a howl in the darkness
and my muscles are twisting like trees

I'm barking mad, lemme tell ya

they took me for a ride
and I had no idea where I was

there's a coyote on my porch
sniffing around for scraps

it seems the fool is knocking on my door

explode into raven and
I am flying backwards
in a plume of feathers

smoke billows from charred fields
sunflowers grew here once

they were thick enough to hide inside

God, I miss them.

Does my very existence not fit into your narrow idea of what a human being should be?

That you even hold a belief that my identity should have parameters truly disconcerts me.

First, I feel a reactionary urge to be sorry for not fitting into this tiny little cardboard box you've made for me.

This box you want to close up and push to the back of a dusty shelf.

This is because I'm used to being swept under the rug like a mess you don't want to see but you don't have the time for.

Then, I want to crush it beneath my feet and tear it apart.

But the mother within me caresses your hateful glare with a sorry stare.

Disappointed... worried, I gently pick it up.

With a sad smile, I begin to open it.

Carefully, with the calloused pads of my fingers, I untuck each fold you have created in order for this box to contain my soul.

With each motion, I make sure not to rip it at the seams. That would hurt.

It seems, though, this material has been handled unlovingly to begin with.

Mold has made its way into the corners, and the fibers are fraying at each corner, at every fold.

But I am patient. I will slowly but surely deconstruct each and every hateful box that has been stacked in the musty warehouse of your heart.

I will be here until all unsuspecting souls have escaped their prisons.

I will be here until I die.
But that's okay.

It gives me something to do with my hands.
Plus I enjoy the company of the liberated.

I need their help to clean this place up.

Fluorescent
drib drab
cut out flip
flop flip flop
Think 'til ya can't stop but
it's just too bright in here
It's just look around look around
from inside those tinted windows

Those glasses framed
with and without conformity
Because who needs the every day cut and dry fantasy of the just gotta get by to get by

Get high and stay low
fly south to stay warm
spinning wheels squeek and
pinch squinch ear drum skins like a
fire that's too hot for
the hide and
snap!

Take it back to your earliest childhood memory and smell the flowers in the backyard.

It sounds a little like drizzle drizzle water from the fluffy fluffy clouds but -
Don't you ignore me, you little punk!
Move along, move along, get in the car
And drive -

We're gone and never coming back
Step forward step forward n' step back -

Look around, listen...
See if you can hear the trees glisten
Listen for the motion of the ocean and

You've been here before
but it's much different
because you've stepped forward
and stepped forward before so be forward

Be a becoming
Become and
come back to Me
come back to where it all starts

More words or less words
Either forward or just lack the words
Even with none, the essence is in your eyes

It's in the tingling
of the muscles in your smile

as you speak and as you don't

It's in the electric branches that crackle up through the soles of your feet when you stand still in happy soil
happy soil

The present moment
is a medium for us to mold.
Make it meaningful, make it absurd.
Either way, mindless molding gets old.
Be present and listen, love
in order to be heard.

I guess I'll just have to open my heart wider than my pretty little mouth.

Too bad it's been stitched shut with the linings of your actions.

Gonna have to
pop pop rip it
at the seams
it seems.

Frayed flesh
frayed flesh pray
to Ganesha Ganesh.

Bleed freely
cut it loose and
let it flow like a river.

Remover of stitches and rain fixed ditches collapsing in on themselves like a star folding itself up and hiding in a drawer.

Dust bunnies get bigger the longer they can stay unseen.

I like to collect particles of past lives and the stories of fallen strands of hair.

Along the lines of wispy waves come fine chimes of timely bells bellowing only perceived truth but truth nonetheless.

Tear it apart like you would the last letter a lover wrote you.

Let the pieces fuel a fire to keep you warm and bright.

boom boom boom and
It's glowing technicolor grid lines
and points of pulsating rainbowdots
tracing silhouettes of wriggling bodies
intertwined with the cursive signature of
rhythm boom boom boom

and then it's cold air and
briskly-shivering-bliss-bodies
huddled in giggling masses
amassing intentions of warmth

I blink and step over a threshold
into a cute-house-cute-house but —

it looks oddly outlined,
too angular, out of place...
but it may just be that
my thoughts are curved
and blurry after a night of
bouncing around to
electronically generated sound particles
pulsating from amplifiers that engulf my body
in a bubbling-sonic-ball-pit jumping up and down
in sync to nearly-bone-shattering-bass leaving
every fiber of my being little jelly fish
going with the flow

It seems strange to be back amidst the throes
of right angles and forced aesthetics
engineered with only efficiency and
capital in mind.

A cute-boy-cute-boy with
long, dark, wavy hair offers me a
blue-pill-blue-pill 'time to chill', he says

He looks a bit like me and his hair is
highlighted with electricity
and he's me he's me I see

Baby blue pop ****
powder blue chalk.
Spit it out
halfway chewed
let it roll into my pocket
safe for later suffrin'-suckage

Now I've gone, over
and I'm out now and
there's a blackout in my
mind now black

My eyes slowly slide open
to a succubus staring into my soul
******* its contents from my pupils...
and it holds me there, smiling
until I am nothing but a
dried cantaloupe skin
sitting in the safety of my room...

I blink and I am up and moving,
leaving the room into a hallway of endless doors
leading to other endless hallways of other endless doors and
a shadowy figure, quite familiar, swiftly steps into one as I step out.
Gone. Was it really there? I step through another doorway and
in the corner of my eye I see the shadow return to the hall.
I step back and it steps forward and I step forward and it steps back.

I step-step through the threshold and
I'm back in the city.

There's six or seven others with me
and they all look quite familiar, they
all look quite a bit like me.

and we're all going
we're all going somewhere
but I can't seem to figure out what to bring

and I'm emptying my pockets but
my pockets are universes
endlessly expanding and
before I know it,
my life sits pretty in a pile before me

I leave it all and I leave...
I'm gone, over and out now
I'm on the street getting into my car
to go go go and I'm driving and
I have no idea where I'm going
or what the hell I'm doing.

I'm lost now and I wonder,
how am I going to be found?

Stop, park. There's a bus!
They've always got somewhere to go...
I climb aboard and it's completely-empty-dead-of-night.

The driver hands me a beautifully bound book of poetry and
it reads quite a bit like mine does.

Turns out we're on a trolley and
we're ascending the sides of buildings
and we're going up, up
and up into
bright stars
suspended in a
deep blue sky
fading to green...

WAIT!!!
We need to stop!
I need to get off!
I need to be somewhere else!

The trolley descends and we stop at the dead street.
Right angle buildings line the sides of the parallel lines.

I get out and the driver gets out with me and
all of a sudden we're dancing in the road!

LOOK!
The stars!
They are pulsating
in connected constellations
sparkling and

LOOK!!
LISTEN!!
You can hear them glowing
in sync with the breath of the universe!

We bask in their glory and
I recognize the driver
as a childhood friend.

SID!? Siddhartha?!

I blink and
on another corner
someway somehow
some ways away
there are six to seven people
looking quite a bit like I do and
they're standing and waiting for me.
They're all waiting for me, but
I've forgotten everything...
at the cute house.

One splits and now I'm three!
and it's me and me and Katiie
and we're going back to the
cute house cute house
but there's all these walls we gotta
crawl under and squeeze between
and walls we have to climb over and
hoops we gotta jump through!

and it's crawl under smooosh!
face-squeeze-jump-walk and I JUMP! -
to the top of a building and walk walk
and leap! down-and-walk-walk-jump
bounce-bounce up-the-wall reaching
fingertips-cling-pull up-and-over and
on-the-roof, walk-walk, jump-fall and
land-crawl under another wall and
squeeeeeeeze!

"At least all their blinds are shut," says Katiie, chuckling.

I realize I'm naked and wake up.

All of a sudden I'm a shadow
and it seems I can't escape that which blocks the sun. Every move I make, the eclipse follows. And all of a sudden, I'm a celestial body and it seems I can't escape this being that falls beneath me. Every move I make, the darkness follows.

Equals ~ at the very least in inescapability!

Running from each other results in fatigue.

So does shadow boxing.

Don't beat'cher self up kiddo.
Chin up, quit starin', it ain't gonna leave!
There's a big bright sky right above ya!
Just look arouunnd!

The florist fumbled graciously through fields of fondly flowering flora as fellow fauna curiously gallivanted by the brimble bramble berry bushes bickering snipsnap rustle rustle hustle bustle whistle tweet tweet thump thump crunch. Forest forest eyes wide as clear blue skies sigh so see as sorry fellow florist fickly ****** funny finger picking poor pretty roses. Sting trickle drip drip tickle deep red petals tumble from frowning fingertips. Oops! Silly florist why u do dis u kno bttr