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January 11, 2008

Stop and Sing




If a full stop existed in real life it would look like a large black blob reflecting your iris into some deep dark abyss of an unpredictable future.

Images of tomorrow bury the present under a heap of thoughts all cluttered into a neat little box wrapped with old wall paper and a ribbon torn off the edge of The Odyssey.

After the full stop all events collapse into a vortex of permutated distortions - noises of possibilities, the trends of limitations.
Standing here offers a perfect view of things to come - and of the things that have arrived.

Come on now. Is it so simple that you have forgotten about it all along?
Don't
you remember how lost it appeared before a gigantic adult picked you up and pointed at the sun, the sky and the stars?

Mirror images all around and so much internal reflection.
The out side just percolates into a trickling faucet of leaky moments.

Drip-imagination.

Black follows white and the sight of darkness instigates visions of colored shapes.
Sizes of all sort -big and small - cluster together in scintillating patterns.
A whiff of yesterday blends into the steaming fragrance of a fresh day.
When the sun rises it just makes a soft sound.
Can you hear it around you?

... and the notes of this primordial music merge with the flapping of a birds
wings as it sings through the trees.


A jet plane wheezes by. Sonic boom.
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom


The road goes nowhere even if you imagine its taking you to some place in future time and space.
The face in the mirror has changed over the years and now there is a certain kind of confusion a

"Who is it?"

Well, more people have come and gone and the dreams have suddenly started making sense.
At least
some sort of sense.

Another day another night
the history of love

the stories of a fight
The pen scribbled down
on the pictures of a town
words
screamed -
the reader scanned over
dry bread
under a dim light.

Occasionally he looked up to watch time flow
sound
asleep was another world
wide awake for the show
tommorrow

Apparently the altitude is real and it seems like the depth is in a similar way too.

If you have questions ask me
...but if you want answers ask yourself.

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