starting like an old engine |
Today, a young man, alone and going bald, walking more confidently than I, not alone, and perfectly acceptable at skin depth, am able to walk.
Yesterday, the spicy strong smell of cows. I walked to t...
Posted by Sandroid on Mon, 08 Oct 2007 08:51:00 PST |
Charlotte |
There's a spider spinning its way across my field of vision, hanging from the ceiling or something, but seeming to crawl invisibly across the air in front of where I'm writing. I suppose I ought to ki...
Posted by Sandroid on Sun, 09 Sep 2007 05:39:00 PST |
being a lake. |
I want to be a lake lying flat, and have the wind blow over me, to feel my cold skin ripple, one million waves all over me. I want to be the lonely morning air vibrating with the voices of birds, and ...
Posted by Sandroid on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 11:14:00 PST |
Thirty-six |
Saturday kept secretsthat Sundaynever could.
I cameto love you.I wonderif you knewor know.
I wonderif you looked on meso gentlyjust becauseyou knewlooks were allI'd get from youall that you cou...
Posted by Sandroid on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 08:19:00 PST |
As seen from inside the scream. |
I am the sand inside an hourglass, watching myself in the mirror as I fall. No fingers to stop these most treasured grains of me from falling through. Only a perfect front row...
Posted by Sandroid on Wed, 31 Jan 2007 01:17:00 PST |
I want to be |
so normal that I sink beneath, to some deep sea level of simplicity and truth. And thoughts so natural they feel like breathing, feel like breathing, feel like praying.
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Posted by Sandroid on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 09:03:00 PST |
Without thee, what is all the morning's wealth? |
A flock of sheep that leisurely pass byOne after one; the sound of rain and beesMurmering, the fall of rivers, wind and seas,Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky;I've thought of al...
Posted by Sandroid on Fri, 20 Jan 2006 09:12:00 PST |
