Oh prankster,
I am a train on tracks headed to every station with open doors. Barreling. Nothing comes from nothing, but some things come from something. I am touching every moss that calls, and stepping on sponges. I wish I knew every tree.
Commitment to craft is proof of care. The same could be said about anything. Nearly.
Oh to approach the world with a smile on the face. Oh to be so dedicated to anything. Let me hold everything in my hand. Let me touch, paw, think, see, and not be able to decide which is most important. May every image hold more images. May jokes be loud and secrets shared.
Affirmations:
There is real interest that exists and it could actually all be possible and all I have to do is believe and believe and believe unrelentingly. And of course, not keep it all to myself. Oh goodness, sharing! Banana or death! Not even an imploding mid section could hold me down. Freeze frame of right after jumping. Float!
Don't let me toot my horn 'till my head explodes!
image, reproduction, real or artificial distance, room for ________?
(notes that may not mean what they did when I felt the need to write them but still hold something, all thoughts coming around and around and around)
Where is the line between the specific and the universal? What venn diagram am I drawing today (and every)? How many circles are involved? How many rotations. Everything in the universe is spinning in its own time, I'm practicing my shuffle. There must be something to say about cards and decks and falling.
If I can't remember what it was, how can I know it's different? It can take so little a push to be catapulted from the diving board. May the pools below be deep and temperate. May cheeks remember the flush. A sunburn could find me any time.
Is this just a stand in for passing notes?
Once you fracture the land it could be anywhere. My feet are planted and climbing, even if the trail is a circle. Maybe I don't need to see the apple when the tree is heavy with them. It's not just a willow that could weep. There must be a logic that exists before you can break it, not every box is worth thinking within. If I were made of cardboard I could cut windows. Until then I will open the ones I can.
Fall as a wish list:
- new old old new
- patience
- inescapable desire faced in every direction
- touch a sheep? could a goat suffice?
I believe in the sustained, I will do better at sustenance.
Woop woop woop woop woop woop,
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