Today is not devoid of stress – pricks of anxiousness pinch
like a nervous lover, prodding for response. A tiny toss of spice –
Szechuan, or something not as nice – a bit of squinch to clinch
the understanding of a bright sharp opportunity: to find that
you’re still here & operating at a reasonable clip, you slip through
apertures of consciousness – & ride the light outside (again!) –
& slide into the shocking notion that you can’t decide if any
moment’s better than another! You thought you liked the winter
& the fall, but spring does not seem terrible at all, & when
it’s time for summer, that won’t be a bummer either: when to take
a breather? Ah – pretend you are a being made of sun-ray:
now parlay your little human glitches, pricks and twitches into
an array of brilliant geometrically evolving ampersands: “ands”
with sharp-edged arcs arranging all your troubles in a line
of colored sparks: a Busby Berkley dance: kaleidoscopically
colluding to enhance this trance of knowing every nanosecond
is a precious little speck of godly ease. Be the breeze. Who
needs to take a rest – when you’re incontrovertibly the best?
like a nervous lover, prodding for response. A tiny toss of spice –
Szechuan, or something not as nice – a bit of squinch to clinch
the understanding of a bright sharp opportunity: to find that
you’re still here & operating at a reasonable clip, you slip through
apertures of consciousness – & ride the light outside (again!) –
& slide into the shocking notion that you can’t decide if any
moment’s better than another! You thought you liked the winter
& the fall, but spring does not seem terrible at all, & when
it’s time for summer, that won’t be a bummer either: when to take
a breather? Ah – pretend you are a being made of sun-ray:
now parlay your little human glitches, pricks and twitches into
an array of brilliant geometrically evolving ampersands: “ands”
with sharp-edged arcs arranging all your troubles in a line
of colored sparks: a Busby Berkley dance: kaleidoscopically
colluding to enhance this trance of knowing every nanosecond
is a precious little speck of godly ease. Be the breeze. Who
needs to take a rest – when you’re incontrovertibly the best?
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