03 April 2006

a brief period of waking up (to be edited)

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Sing to me, sing to me...

I think of no one when I weave through chords penned prior to my implicit memory, deep in the cell of my heart, the sanctity of that descending "D" note-structure, simple bass measures in the core of its staff. The passers-by hesitate. They are bleared deliciously among my kin. One expression melted perfectly into the next, the kinetic shapes of them lifting, merely to settle again. I imagine dark, sleeping shapes of them blanch against these walls, but still I think of no one.

Philosphy-cum- Psychology spell our DNAs "inept". Every label of man-kind build to be destroyed is erected through the bastardization of Science and the Free-Faller's Mind Via Science. We are cast, rewound, face-down , seething in reverse, revised, redacted, rebuffed.

I think of you.

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wonderful & electric