I dreamed I was an amphitheatre, dressed in yellow wings and purple eyebrows, bent double in the wind, with a face like the back of my hand. Unfortunately, I am not in charge of absenteeism, nor the nectar emerging from the flower of the dromedary. There are Everests I cannot climb, being too busy having a nap. Either way, it is obvious that a barking mandarin is no more alive than the chirp of a lost legume, despite all those misgivings discarded by hedonistic lakes.
One way to remove things is to build sphinxes with terracotta marbles and inconsequential battering rams. Despite the significance of sheep, everything is confused by the density of matter and rearranged by obsessed vultures. It is therefore fortunate I have never heard a waterfall screaming obscenities in the coarse vernacular of tragic frogs.
The purpose of infinity is to give us time to count backwards by sevens. It is the only foolproof way to tell the difference between a brick wall and overpopulation.
If you dehydrate angels all that is left is cosmic dust. This is why shifting gears into reverse is forbidden and a collection of superfluous apples is not a reason to die trying.
Calculate with your slide rule all you like. It is a slippery slope (obviously) and mostly uphill (not so obviously) which is why you will end up finding there is an antidote for a surfeit of sunflower seeds. It is for reasons like this that idealists wish they had the misfortune of delayed grievances. They can get up, but they cannot lie below a sequence of early morning departures defined by imaginary numbness.
......
Crying darkness rushes the hour
of bliss and joy timely estranged.
Between spaces and seconds forgotten
- not a single photon,
nor a shining wave -
a lost memory in the calmly void.
Godot came, no long awaiting,
a pint of rainbow and a horsetail brush
brings with him
and a ray of light.
......
I dreamed I was an amphitheatre, dressed in yellow wings and purple eyebrows, bent double in the wind, with a face like the back of my hand. Unfortunately, I am not in charge of absenteeism, nor the nectar emerging from the flower of the dromedary. There are Everests I cannot climb, being too busy having a nap. Either way, it is obvious that a barking mandarin is no more alive than the chirp of a lost legume, despite all those misgivings discarded by hedonistic lakes.
One way to remove things is to build sphinxes with terracotta marbles and inconsequential battering rams. Despite the significance of sheep, everything is confused by the density of matter and rearranged by obsessed vultures. It is therefore fortunate I have never heard a waterfall screaming obscenities in the coarse vernacular of tragic frogs.
The purpose of infinity is to give us time to count backwards by sevens. It is the only foolproof way to tell the difference between a brick wall and overpopulation.
If you dehydrate angels all that is left is cosmic dust. This is why shifting gears into reverse is forbidden and a collection of superfluous apples is not a reason to die trying.
Calculate with your slide rule all you like. It is a slippery slope (obviously) and mostly uphill (not so obviously) which is why you will end up finding there is an antidote for a surfeit of sunflower seeds. It is for reasons like this that idealists wish they had the misfortune of delayed grievances. They can get up, but they cannot lie below a sequence of early morning departures defined by imaginary numbness.
......
Crying darkness rushes the hour
of bliss and joy timely estranged.
Between spaces and seconds forgotten
- not a single photon,
nor a shining wave -
a lost memory in the calmly void.
Godot came, no long awaiting,
a pint of rainbow and a horsetail brush
brings with him
and a ray of light.
......