I am sitting here with you
sipping a cup of coffee alone
how interesting to save energy and space like that
using one body what used to be just mine.
how contemplative peaceful aware and full of wisdom we are together
as I could be on my own before my fall
a fall - a period
equivalent to intervals of states of innocence
after the fetal and before the restored one.
communicative is the body in creative balance
walking on a line of harmony
beyond a metropolitan valley
because it can afford derived fun
so to create surroundings by dance
so to create matter.
speaking under the dimness of a warm bright yellow kitchen light
its morning with you now alone
I made a thyme bread for us not to eat if you don't want to but to awaken divination
the suggestion of taste by smell
the act of cooking
to trigger a required natural physical reaction
imagine.
I serve it beside the coffee as dry bread
maybe not for us but for the birds outside
as if it matters: the I - the you or the birds
one sips - the other beaks
and the rays of universe weave
that's all about it I guess
this way we broadcast our mute to us- never heard by us - laughter through a November mist towards a galaxy where families live and can receive ours' as a synaesthesized pulse and can learn from - the way to become happy not like us but as a cause of ours'
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
I am sitting here with you
sipping a cup of coffee alone
how interesting to save energy and space like that
using one body what used to be just mine.
how contemplative peaceful aware and full of wisdom we are together
as I could be on my own before my fall
a fall - a period
equivalent to intervals of states of innocence
after the fetal and before the restored one.
communicative is the body in creative balance
walking on a line of harmony
beyond a metropolitan valley
because it can afford derived fun
so to create surroundings by dance
so to create matter.
speaking under the dimness of a warm bright yellow kitchen light
its morning with you now alone
I made a thyme bread for us not to eat if you don't want to but to awaken divination
the suggestion of taste by smell
the act of cooking
to trigger a required natural physical reaction
imagine.
I serve it beside the coffee as dry bread
maybe not for us but for the birds outside
as if it matters: the I - the you or the birds
one sips - the other beaks
and the rays of universe weave
that's all about it I guess
this way we broadcast our mute to us- never heard by us - laughter through a November mist towards a galaxy where families live and can receive ours' as a synaesthesized pulse and can learn from - the way to become happy not like us but as a cause of ours'
