Thursday, February 09, 2006
c loud c all
Float down gentle snowflake. Cars fall outside, out of the sky. Numbers glisten in the spotlight. Shimmer the light calls from a fogged up window. Circles wiped away for a clearer view. The sun rises in the east, sets in my shirt pocket for happy keeping. Night brings the star dancers. Parades of celestial occupents exchanging vast energy impulses. Shake my hand cloud formation before you go. It's always nice to do business with you. The skyline your byline. Immediately recognizable pattern of up and down, here and now. It'd be silly to define it. Never hiding it. I'd like to ride it. Off into the distance. Peering below at all the tiny things.