traquiltized between these walls
staring out the windows in each
on one side
and my tiptoe hands dancing across casting shadows, that independantly walk and sit where they want to
(and myself, watching and FEELING so much envy over this hill and that one)
Someone painted a lawn chair here, two actually and I sit in one and I watch this place and I see things going on and on and on
there is a rocking horse,
what does that mean?
Only that I want I want I want
A kite flying over the roof of a house where I grew up in
getting tangled in an overgrown tree
(It has been cut down, to signify the change of circumstance through time.)
I do not know what I see but I SEE
do you get it?
I was a cashier today among other things, (and maybe this is more personal than I would like
the metaphors may get lost in the character
but I hope these things, occuring naturally would stand on their own
and for you that would critisize this
and I saw a windchime that declared,
"I am the kite from your dream, exactly down to the detail, the sigul of a butterly in the middle of a diamond, the shade of pink or red or crimson king, or would that be cadmium king?"
It was struck by lightening in the dream
and makes sense here now in a way that can't be real
"I do not believe in magic." says Sir
And I believe that.
I believe that too.
That it tapers off, this little insight into myself.
And I am fully awake.
And a little pissed.
I do not have time to think about it.