To Aid An_ Cage
2002-03-06 - 6:43 p.m.
sipping_from(cup _of_gulps)
sipping from the cup of gulps we find the key to all locked doors and we come to understand the mad western lands of subjectivity in which we run in giant circles always circling inward and down into depths unknown to the human mind where glimpses of the pieces of the puzzles of our lives jump out in crystal clarity to dance in the corners of our eyes and on a breezy day we find a little more than we had in mind and on an autumn day the pieces mix with the falling leaves and we are able to persuade the full picture to show itself and we blush and cry at the thought of it the full thought of it that encircles us and includes us and pulls inward and down into the depths of the true mad left of subjectivity where swallows of the inner eye dive and dye in the rememberance of the beat of our beating world and the puzzling jigsaw patterns of our footsteps create the path of our lives etched on the sandy beaches of the oceans of our dreams.
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