an object in motion tends to stay in motion
rolling on since the dawn of dawn itself
never a convergence,
only a continuance of what will have been
teacher, what happens when the wheel stops turning?
"actually it never stops
the wheel keeps going on and on and on"
when it does, the wheel has never turned before
(or something like that)
let me think a spell

perpetual motion, a mighty mistake
only nothing can keep up with itself
does a **** good job of it too
"what are you waiting for?"
what's already there
lounging around
like the desert cat waiting for the next meal
top of the food chain
or maybe the bottom, if you see it that way

it's possible to be addicted to the advantage of paradoxical thinking
the most meaningful questions can never be asked
only proposed, reinstated every time
keep stacking blocks

i explained to myself that i don't have to explain myself to you
why would i
who are you anyways
all i know is who i am
and who i am not
is what i'm still trying to figure out
given time
and a little bit of miraculous mundanity
you can bet your bottom dollar
i will
that's all folks
we have arrived at the beginning of the end
again

i'll play with the letters tomorrow
when i have something to think about
more to give
less energy blockage in my root
let's get the blood flowing
overdue and underpaid
apples ripe and ready for the picking
let them rot
spin me around myself
i like the feeling of night
the concept of dreaming
indigo moving freely through spacetime
who are you when you are in my mind
a storyteller i am the puppeteer
off with their heads!!!
can we see the amazon from there
oh no we're too close maybe we should back up
move to timbuktu
when the time is right, you say
he likes real
i like a sufficient imagination
and more wisdom to make up for what i lack
such a child i am such a baby i am an embryo
zero experience
all talk no action
you know how it goes
listen to the rhythm of the flow
when there is breath there is real
i like the words to express
but no energy to care
at the moment
pure stream-of-consciousness
i said
tomorrow may be different

blood only pours out of the eyes for a moment
then next tragedy but crying nevermore
how can the balance be managed
specify the step by step
and i will follow you to the place of no return
yes i said that
i don't want to know the finish line
i want to know the now
how to implement
what it means
if it really matters in the first place
take nothing seriously, but everything in stride
is that really the end game
not even yourself
not even me
i am tired of running out of energy
i am tired of running out of time that drags on
bomb the stakes if it makes the wheels start running again
there are better ways to do things
rust can be conquered with acid
prevented with oil
so many people thinking they know it all
where were you when the walls came crashing down
not you, they
when the city lights still burned but for all the wrong reasons
what can you do now then do it
not you, they
i create for me
expression of the artist
i mask the death with breath
hide the pain with plasticity
i can make it to the finish line
because i will myself there every moment, a modulation
step by step i tell myself
i take myself
while you prance to and fro
when respect is shown
i will take you
and i will listen

meandering ever closer as the time wears thin
a masquerade
can you hide behind what isn't there
a moment
a memory
a medallion
congratulations
you win
now pack your things and sail away
three hundred and sixty degrees
surprise
you were here before you ever began
imagine that
the unconscious got you here on time
bruised but brazen and why wouldn't you be
it's concievable
you were handed a light
so you took it
how long until the fire dies
until the bruises heal

oh
you're back again
bruised anew
such a sorry story
though rich indeed
for every time you arrive here
newly shaken
you get a little closer
and every time you go back
you think you've gotten it all right this time

again?
does the circle ever end?
the fated exasperation
poor my plight
how can i make it back again
through the trenches and rain
but you do
perseverance is key
see you 'round

what



don't go

what

stay here
and listen still

laced throughout, latent within
a masterpiece of absence some would call absurdity
last call for faith found only in fallacy
there is no tomorrow
only what could have been or what was
am i the drum or the beat or the silence
calculated, cold fervency constantly under pressure
pushing further each time
deeper into the depths some would call despair
i say manifest or wonder or
both the flight and the fall arduous
did the arrow ever forget how to soar
there is no candor in destination
no blood in the lion's den
to concede death is to walk inside
when the curtains close
i believe in

listen to the leaves
the rise and fall of the in between
protection, power
both subjective
show me outside of here
and then we're getting somewhere
integration
rewind all the numbers
back to the end again
water runs rampant through the city
mitigation of migration
the treetops won't always be visible
electrified fog sticking together
don't paint the portrait
paint the scenery
and quietly
you react because you're chosen to