I have a mouth full of nothing and a head full of dust. Nothing should be louder than it has to be. Really, it needs to be louder than it is. Necessity and practicality are form following function into the depths; need needlessly preceding actuation and utilization. The permutations of "the devil is in the permutations" are the unforeseen repercussions: unknown reverberations in an empty cave; the avalanche of order becoming apparent chaos; noise from melody; cacophony from creaking polyphony; the Greek leading the Latin into the vulgar, that bastardization of language, that melting pot of forms; the fomenting cauldron of lack and happenstance and opportunity; the operational operetta of oedipal angst; an open ordering of opposites. First impressions matter most when most impressive matters are pressingly foremost. The arbitrary etiquette of knife-fork-and-spoon placement is everything. Make up your mind. Make it matter. Make it matter for molding. Make it moist. Wake up your most important matters and get them to the breakfast table, that familiar chameleon mending its ways, that chameleon familiar wending its maze and by-ways and highways, dodging the bullet, fitting the profile-- diaphanous, diffident, and alone. It has filled my head with holes; hollow testimony to my self-abuse, my self-neglect and my amputated ego. ...puttin' the Po in NaPoWriMo...
You were the one who lived through your body while eye lived in mind. When you opened your mouth, your bones spoke to me. They told me of how they wanted to dance, of how they longed to be free of the skin and the flesh of the creature they framed. They wanted to dance in the sky, to dangle in the trees. They wanted to rattle in the breeze and punctuate the silence with their hollow music and all I wanted was to feel them move under my fingers.
The bee comes to the flower-- doesn't know size from nothing, doesn't realize up versus down, doesn't contemplate -air- -speed- -velocity. A soft petal, the sun, a warm breeze, honey, pollen and trees-- these are bees as eyes are flies buzzing in and out of my head.
“I see a tree.” “A tree is a man-seeing-trees, when the treeing sees are man-ing, when the man-ing tree sees seeing.” “A man seeing tree-things?” “A tree-thinging man sings.” “A man treeing see-things?” “A man seeing trees but not treeing sees sees nothing.” “A tree-thing?” “A see-thing.” “Aah, but not The thing.” “I see a tree.”
a man on a lake takes a look at his lifeand his life lies on the bottom