Open ended / no
central structure
constantly Changing
On the back of a slip of paper, handwriting mine :: What exactly is a prayer, and what if it happens all the time? In the dying light of mid day I allow my heart to quiet
Some one asks to pull over. When we look towards the horizon there is a hanging star::: an arc of light that bends towards where the sun was. Earlier, at dusk we waited for the green flash but it never came. The band of light grows closer still my head is out side the window line of cars brighter brighter still , I like that something can be still moving and moving still
Twenty three all in a chain link, solemnity familiar
The marching line is evil satellite internet constellation, a computer in the sky and I am afraid because I when I first saw the computer I believed I was looking at god
I am seeing strange celestial objects this week. Often I say this, I find myself saying this, but I really mean it this time , ev ery time
Far out at the edge of the ocean is a pulsing halo of light where eyes meet the horizon, a rising planet or maybe another one of the container ships. Someone there, taking a picture
And The blue keeps changing and i wan t you to see it but It won,t sit still
We are not looking close enough any more
I am in a house i haven,t been in ten years and I am baking two loaves of bread. And the yeast expired so they look like gravestones. Slate slab
red thread, a snail shell on a string ,. falls out the window
Now I am walking on the side of a pier next to a large ship. I am afraid of the large ship
True when waking) and the wind is strong. Lately there is always a large ship, ugly metal, in my dreams. I walk to the end, walkway long. A trapdoor emerges
Not quite true, but the simplest way to tell you) and I am in the middle of a county fair in the shape of a convention center
Taupe hotel carpet. Drapes) It is the pie judging contest but there are no pies. All that,s left is jelly roll
You are there too, though I won’t say anything more than that
I can feel it now all the time ::: The pull
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