Maybe that something radiates outward in every direction, yet you can only detect it by focusing your sensitive apparatus, much as a distant sound willingly enters the asymmetrical gold-rimmed ears of an awaiting owl. I wonder why there is no category for things we experience without noticing – things that dart through the sparkling waters of our bodies much as birds flock into the long white sky to escape our counting.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
There is Something
Perhaps there is something out there that loves you, that at night searches for you, like a past life desperately desiring the continuation of itself.
Maybe that something radiates outward in every direction, yet you can only detect it by focusing your sensitive apparatus, much as a distant sound willingly enters the asymmetrical gold-rimmed ears of an awaiting owl. I wonder why there is no category for things we experience without noticing – things that dart through the sparkling waters of our bodies much as birds flock into the long white sky to escape our counting.
Maybe that something radiates outward in every direction, yet you can only detect it by focusing your sensitive apparatus, much as a distant sound willingly enters the asymmetrical gold-rimmed ears of an awaiting owl. I wonder why there is no category for things we experience without noticing – things that dart through the sparkling waters of our bodies much as birds flock into the long white sky to escape our counting.
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the long white sky....
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oh E, love this..to pick up where Tess left off.."to escape our counting"...
ReplyDeletejust lovely