,, “””. \ ,,, “””” \ ,,,, “””” \ words are seeds which float like a dandelion fluff in the wind / a breath of air can send them to flight/ yet T H E Y
I envy those With a constant smile. What life have you lived To morph a concrete face? And how do I get there From here? Perhaps I need to stop Staring at the sky—At the birds— As if one day My bones will go hollow And I’ll fly all the way To forever. — maybe I should just work harder
Beautiful people walk light on the earth and I find my feet sinking deep
I could go on forever Flying on our feathers Looking down from clouds examining and watching seeing every human dot compromising and colliding relating with the concrete calling forth what they know and then:
change happens from calm and strong brains every single object and thought talks further of ambition the clouds move the heavens unlock it rains we get wet it is cold
FEEDBACK? It is like what I have been writing recently. I don't know for sure why, but I have not been fond of anything I have written since getting this new notebook. They have all been written quickly and seem very bland.
