when the lens focuses we blur

2003-09-21, 9:59 a.m.

before the night ends, there are a thousand synapses' that make us want, make us yearn, or make us scream for the chance to be beautiful. amoung those chances, like dead man in the middle of a dance floor, we are innert; to the naked eyes.

inside of me, the warmest summer afternoons keep a fire awake. inside of each breath, surrounding each glance, is a considerable curiosity for the beautiful possibility. in itself, the concept is, and will always be foreign to humans, all we can know is the capricious landscape studded with our reactions (a punk rocker's dream jacket). i know that i could walk in circles, on this scratchy carpet for hours, its been done. i know the plastic kiss of keys on my fingers, they praise us no matter what we write.

lifted above the trees, circles of green, concentric, aboriginal; this floating feeling is faintly familiar. i could look out onto the vast expanse, where the plane of space tilts to fit under my body, but the trees are dazzling outbreaks on the skin of my concrete world.

continuing for days, i lose the separation from the land, becoming more atuned to its heart than i had ever been when standing on solid ground. i feel like its long lost brother, who has come home, and stories erect exuberance. talking with no voice, the word or phrase or poem i recite comes from a tremendous absense of air in my lungs, translated into light in my iris.

we see each others memories, living them vicariously, then we live them ourselves; you feel the hail crunching under your worn sneakers; my cold hands are yours for a time. and you could cry for the seconds, piled like bodies in cambodia, that have gathered in non-existence. none of us could ever think fast enough, check our actions quick enough, to keep from experiencing those same transient moments. it is ok, it is humanity, you are what it is (so says mr. robbins)

shakespeare on the tongue of children

succulence in abreviated kisses

lips who hear the truth in the dark

before night falls

i would like to catch one beautiful synapse