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eyes close. earphones. "imagine". feet hit cement. feet hit in rhythm. and then something forgotten hits my ears. hits my brain, spine, spills to my soles. i forgot in myself, what i owed myself. eyes open, street lights and speed bumps, my habitat. crystal conscience, i realize it isn't the art of moving your feet, but the art of moving the ground. no sound tonight. just me tonight. think of god. wonder how he's holding up. if he misses me. i think of her, how angry she must be, but i know no regret. freeze frames of merciless memories play on repeat, as lennon snarls on the third and fourth track. for some reason, the night assures me, god is really quite real. for some reason, i think of that passage where it says something to the effect of if any member of the body should sin against you, cut it off/pluck it out. all i would be is knees, shoulders, and a snout. let me restart. no degradation of my mane, no compromise of mind. i want respect, i want the love of honor, i want hope, and i want people to say, "he's living for today."
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Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
realizing the necessity of isolation (with a little help from the plastic ono band)
eyes close. earphones. "imagine". feet hit cement. feet hit in rhythm. and then something forgotten hits my ears. hits my brain, spine, spills to my soles. i forgot in myself, what i owed myself. eyes open, street lights and speed bumps, my habitat. crystal conscience, i realize it isn't the art of moving your feet, but the art of moving the ground. no sound tonight. just me tonight. think of god. wonder how he's holding up. if he misses me. i think of her, how angry she must be, but i know no regret. freeze frames of merciless memories play on repeat, as lennon snarls on the third and fourth track. for some reason, the night assures me, god is really quite real. for some reason, i think of that passage where it says something to the effect of if any member of the body should sin against you, cut it off/pluck it out. all i would be is knees, shoulders, and a snout. let me restart. no degradation of my mane, no compromise of mind. i want respect, i want the love of honor, i want hope, and i want people to say, "he's living for today."
Copyright 2009 by Joshua J. Hutton
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Jun 4, 2010
Jun 4, 2010 at 9:59 PM UTC
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