November 1, 2003

  • All souls resort to death as a release from desire.
    I cling to life because I want to soar higher.


     


    So another Halloween has passed and I’ve remained untamed, untethered, and mismatched.  Halloween has this advantage: wild energy tends to out.  But I do not display, I watch.  Who can wait until the moment of action?  How to envision all the waves of the ocean washing over the Earth all at once?


     


    my mind is a spongebob poring up suckable knowledge.  my heart is a ouroboros flowing with circular emotion.  my instincts are scouts dispatched as forward warriors.  my senses are intrepid trip-wires over which the world traipses.  my desire is a handful of coins tossed into a fountain, some settling as heads, others as tails, one’s swallowed by a pygmy orphaned dolphin with a severe mineral deficit.  my reactions are unthinking.  my energy’s explosive.  my aura’s been bumped up into undetectable frequencies.  i have gone stealth.  i dodge light.  and disappear into the night.

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