Create me a burning. Not of tree, man or land. Not of the mind, willing ill. Not of derailment or disreguard. Not of desire, seeking only own. Of purity. Of clarity. Of devotion. Of please. Let my sought have been never vain. Vainity bringing conformity. Let my soul be swift, exceeding my clay. Doing yet burning, more.
You really want to know what's on my mind at this time? Think no more of a happening than that it continues on but never seems to come out to what ought to be said.
Take a good look. It may be your last. I make this the time. Make might your own. It inspires. Cement shoes. Small rocks. A bag of peanuts. Really huge potatoes. A ruck. Some muck. And a swath of red. Even breathing isn't necessity. Jacks of beans. Gladly I'll stare your tree down. ΔE? Oh look at the time. Really.
The wonder is that no one has realized that the clouds are out but the sun has been shining the whole time. I think it lends itself to show that when we go forward with our eyes on the goal we often miss that the goal is not all that is around. Take bowling for example. Sure you can get a strike every time. But what about the lights? Or the crazy disco music? Or the the nappy shoes to say nothing of the seats that only swing the wrong way. Ok... so you get the goal. But do you miss the point? Are you losing in getting what you wanted? Or are you just putting off the fact that the more you distract yourself the better you feel? So a couple of days ago I was biking around town when my tire blew out. That was cool. Have you ever had that happen to you? ...No; have you ever dreamed that that might happen to you? And as you are answering no, I ask yourself why that might be? Don't tell me it's convenience or time or pride or fortitude. I don't believe it. It goes back to that dang sun behind those smashing clouds. Diffuse lighting my friends. Diffuse lighting.
You ever done something stupid? You ever wondered if you could do it again? You ever thought that maybe there's room in your head for one more? You ever been reminded that some lines shouldn't be crossed? You ever wondered where a line was? You ever watched as something quite quantifiable became something subjective? You ever wondered why mortality is inevitable in all things? You ever reasoned with yourself that if again you sat down a second the next mightn't come? You ever retaliated to kindness? You ever abandoned the wanton? You ever brought in the fish? You ever noticed a cat and found that it was on the other side of the road? You ever hunkered down when the sun came? You ever made a snowman in shorts? You ever burned down more than a house? You ever seen it coming? You ever then actually dodged it? You ever just taken it? ...Lights out eh?
