January 29, 2011 § Leave a comment
Not quite right. Off. Nothing really wrong, yet half full. Missing an ancient something. Contemporary rhythm too predictable. Stampede, wild-fire, giant meteor from outer space to crater a spontaneous emotion. Need an organic tilting toward the sunlight. Too many windows and marble. Standing room only on the commuter lines. Spinning, spinning, spinning. Lunacy wanted. Waxing, waning, full moon beauty where are you? I need you to ease this fear. Howling to the early twilight sun.