The Sun Is Shining Today The Storm Has Finally Stopped
a statement says: <we have done something yesterday nothing like our best just something to stop that storm> the statement returns true as fact
inconsequent gestures of nature we weave to serve an unknown wish -made of numerous physical and non-physical senses- so that fabric of a network evolves itself materializes sense sense to fabric fabric to sense scientifically improbable it remains
an infinitesimal loop unwinds when you are not there runs within an ideally operating closed circuit remains invisible to the factual eyes of daily lives
an etheric vitality materialized by our definable senses of touch, of smell, of see, of taste and some of yet undefined ones - possibly assigned to maybe a Poetic Variable- executable within that program of simultaneous causalities only.
So then Only then When You Combine the patchy Network of Things of Beings
You Can Dance Them Sing Them Play Them Make Love To Them Become One With Them Compose Them
but
All these on condition that it remains as an unpacked gift
Without telling to Yourself or to Others or to That Storm because You Don’t Even Have An Intention To Stop The Storm All you do is Wish for Sunshine so you can maybe bike tomorrow
But again
How important is it really that biking tomorrow ? I mean when sighs and cries whirl around?
a statement says: <you can’t stop wars by fights> the statement returns true as fact
And
if I know that you can stop storms by touches
touches to smells smells to lights lights to metals metals to elements elements to stars stars to flights flights to a breeze on my fingertips breeze on my fingertips to an auric kiss
then
I think maybe it is **** important to keep a seemingly futile wish to bike to a beach of my dreams tomorrow so that I can be blown away on a broken December day and let my long hair collect dune corrals made of cosmic ray
Huh So Yeah
I can Stop Storms if I want to or Create Some! - not because I need to for my own sake or think about it.
...as written on 11 Dec. 2014: I think some poems have capricious spirits! This one did not allow me to post it until I would bike to the beach. I have done it now after my winter procrastination and the sun was shining this whole weekend :)