Falling leaves in falling rain swirled on their descent

leaves from trees that were once seeds, now fall away

rain from clouds, once oceans and waves that evaporated,

now fall on me, watching closely and waiting for stillness

In my mind, there is no stopping

(even as I write this, it's pouring somewhere.)

and yet --

reading now, I am farther from then

a stillness appears between the falling rain and leaves.

a stillness that swirls and parts what falls as I stand still,

wondering who it is that watches and writes,

and who it is that remembers and reads.

[[a conversation in three parts, this being the third part -- I'll publish the other parts soon :)]]

III.

in this we, from dust to earthlings,

maybe become townsfolk, maybe emperors, maybe slaves,

but then all of us corpses, all of us memories,

then ashes, then waves, then dust, all of us

in all we dream, do, or say --

in all we dream, do, or say

but maybe we become earthlings again.

maybe we awake mid-laugh

and we ask each other:

Is this a repeat or

have we found a way out?

have we found a way out?

a way out beyond rituals, burials,

births, words, and fame,

a way out in this field I bury my angst in,

and every now and then

where I bury myself too

where I bury myself too

when the mind and my world

are too much with me

and I yearn for just a moment

a field, a sound,

seldom sought, if ever claimed,

seldom taught, if ever owned,

a moment --

in lieu of something sacred,

seldom felt, if ever known

seldom felt, if ever known

The young, giant DJ was thrown out of my friend's house party for starting and/or finishing a fight. One girl came out to help him. "It's okay, babe." He said getting up and putting his Oakleys back on his head. "Let's get out of here, I can play you music at my place." He said. She clearly wasn't into that idea, but before she could say anything, he was kissing her.

When he stopped, she smiled and said, "Go to the car. I need to get my purse." He smiled and got in the car. She was clearly not coming back.

I had heard this DJ's god awful music before and unaware that I was watching him, he put on his own dance mix and turned it up.

After waiting a while, he was visibly frustrated. Just as he was about to get out of the car, there was a twist: his remix of Rebecca Black's "Friday" came on and he starts crying, still unaware that I'm watching. Naturally, I start recording on my phone.

"IT'S NOT FRIDAY ANYMORE REBECCA" he screams in tears at his stereo. With that, he sped off, clearly too upset to play music for anyone else that night.