August 6, 2004

  • Brilliant? Clever?
    I am neither one.
    I merely run and run and carry no gun.
    30 miles since last Friday.

    With my eyes closed and sitting in cemetery sunlight, I feel rather well this moment. Thank you for a) always, b) sometimes, c) never asking—depending on who you are.

    The past is befuddled, the present’s a’jumble, the future is looking quite bejeweled. I’m a time stumbler but it’s not a drunken walk. I drink the wine, but it is the wine that is drunk, not I.

    There is a bastion of love and tranquility just yonder. That ‘yonder’ is not geographical or temporal, but visionary. Can you see what I see? And what I, of your vision? Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

    Okay, time to get serious and watch the bobblehead weeds dance in the wind. I have a more beautiful question—lots of more beautiful questions.

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