where does the water go?

2003-01-19, 10:15 p.m.

i was driving and it came to me. i was listening and i was stopped when everything started its locomotion, and i was caught in the steel gears. i was shaking into the very thought of expanses i have never seen, and i was in a choma, with the stuttering night, lights and lights and orange on blacks that dug into the buidings. shocking, the air just outside wanted in so bad, and the wind wanted my head and my hair to swirl about, to moan and groan because the trees were all mute. so how could i? i could flip the very scenery of expectation and i could display and disregard like the grill of a truck?

apparently i could, and i do, and it all continues to sweep us all downstream. you want to kick and scream, search the river bed for hand holds, but its so swift. froth, ever so gentle but demanding, a ballet of water around your throat, dont you dare close your eyes, because the costumes are simply stunning. dont you dare try kicking because there is nothing sweeter and more amazing than being swept away. that shore, you could only ever find it if you forgot the taste of water, the symphony at night, and the soft array of feet swimming on stage.