Playing with guns after midnight, unifying things in the physical, pieces from very disparate realms, I came across a thread that did not yet wish to let go, flailing in a wind I could not feel. I tugged at it, for the sake of clean edges, rolling it between two odd fingers. Now the union seemed perfect, immaculate, but I knew its past of loose threads, and the wind sang in its memory.
Outside, the sky reflected my eyes, lachrymose for love, drops of shadow refracting moon and star. In the chill of it all, was revealed a thread of inspiration. I followed it, to the fraying end, my mind scattered in branches, many. One of those branches led me to slumber, I forgot about the rest, though they still existed, bending with the wind like bows. My dreams were arrows, once near, later distant, and distant was always closer than I imagined.
Photographs I took at a Ball-Nogues show in 2009 ~ Compositions I made today
Luna (Sketch4Rose)
Asonic Garcia
dreamy, my dear <3
ReplyDeletei love that we appreciate each other's writings.. among many many other things ^.^ i miss you. i wish to write you a precious letter after the 14th. this week's got me wishing time for everyone else would stop, but keep going for me, so i could catch up with all my ideas. there is flow, & then there is overflow, & i want to swim with it all..
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