the power went off yesterday and i lost everything i wrote

2003-09-21, 9:10 p.m.

looking at the glass, in the corner of my eye is reflected, a cat stalking across the coal color shingles next door.

he walked down the sidewalk, looking up, looking down, alternately aware of earth and sky. the maple trees shedded in the last storm, and he saw the bleeding leaves adhering to the cement, making wallpaper patterns. at the horizon, he looked abover the trees, not able to see what was beyond the neon green forest, what was in front of him was the only thing that existed.

turning around the corner, light rained through the holy clouds, and when the clouds cleared, rain poured on his head.

could he be the face of that storm cloud someday? he dreamt about being there for a crowd of millions, none of whom where looking at the stage; busy with cocktail conversations and secret love affairs. it would be one hour which lasted forever. 'death is the ulitmate negative, because when we are alive, death has not happened, and when we die, we can no longer realize we are dead', a cloud mantra, buddhist reading to his storms and raging rivers, which turn over with tremendous force, instant rebirth as long as water is present.