it occurs to me as for a Saturday sunrise, I'm awaiting, witness testifying to the glory of the glorious, which color-selected sky today is pale young girl wallpaper pink aglow dominatrixed
it occurs to me there are probably Thousands of us composing, lyric evolving, at this exact same minute all over the world
see visionary behind the eyelids scenarios, YouTube videos, all my own, of
words tumbling, letters individual joining up, forming, breaking bad, reforming, until and unto combinations satisfactory
falling from the sky fresh direct into our heads, the random draw of what we will "create"
regifted from the universe
this was my daily selection, bread, that I did not choose, but make believe, I did
our only choice, none
here I am again smiley face, as it occurs to me,* grinning silly thinking I can improve on sunrises and poems that arrived fully formed...