Heavy light
I never made it past the first grade but we got a sale on our purple Elephant parade
Assuming we’re going to work soon. I will fall asleep at some point. But the dream rests easy and dominant. Nothings broken when things become two. Together they flock to the pool of light. No wounds contort or create fear. We are the one that became two
We are heavy light.
Around the bend or in between, these are things that continue to act like glue.
Not once has the dark been without the trade of light.
Shelter we find. Rivers we drink.
World Weary
She tries again.
Let the words...
be words.
Vowels and consonants dance.
Rearranging themselves,
Not entirely by chance.
First attempt gone into the void.
Tech ether or destroyed.
No copy, no paste...
Sigh, were they a waste?
Pethaps those first lines exist,
a solemn sacrifice to a grasped fist.
Let them go, she says, let them go.
The Universe has its way, you know.
Words, be words, shapes on a line.
Help her to free her mind...
Happy 4th!
Hey there ET this is our independence day so if you have any ideas about coming here and taking over get back in your hovercraft and call home. Just ask those English who we sent back with their tail between their legs when we threw their tea in the bay......
Of course we ended up paying taxes anyway just now the idiots who waste our money live right here with us wish you would take them with you ET when your return home.....
