the date will be listed correctly from now on

2003-09-24, 1:13 p.m.

the window had some way of acting like it wasnt there. the pink flowers on that tree, eyes from a ghost that shifted in the wind; staring through to me like 8th graders used to do. its so windy out, the walls are conversing, they are shouting like UN members, lines on the map are contested. we could always think of the lines separating states or countries, but when we see their actual location, when we cross those lines, the effect is anticlimatic.

unless the soul, or the mind make the breakthrough, the movies will stutter forever on the building walls, leaving crushed popcorn stuck to the soles of my shoes. 1:13. 1:19. stuttering, stammering, the child will walk to the board with infintisemly small steps. i woke up at 3:30, just so i could write that thought down, so i could write down the distance that time is from zero, from zion. the number, so complex in just a few noticable scratches, one, ten, negatives, division, infinity.

war

peace

love

time

beauty

evil

seasons

terror

enlighten

emotion

infinite

trancendance

could you add a syllable to each fourth word, untill you found the appropriate length so that we fathom the hierarrchy of communicatory symbols? just keep adding, for a million years, patterns arising every so often, when your mind is starting to comprehend true communictation; it becomes a mantra. that word, singular, turns into paragraphs and pages, your experiences laid out on paper, with no spaces, no commas. your books are sewn together, a collection of eventual truth, the eventual succession of honest enlightnement