time to sleep, and time to think

2004-08-08, 4:27 p.m.

the heat is crawling all around us, with closed blinds, closed windows, closed jackets, even now it is stuck to my skin. so i tossed the ideas around, the questions i would ask, and sleep is evading me when i cloud my vision with salty assumptions like this. simple yes and no runs though the field, leaving traces of each possiblilty by way of crushed wheat stalks and stunned earthworms.

yes, the bodies of space will slow its torrential reign, ask it to stay for tea and cake, and so we all change time in much the same way. its no illusion to say months go slowly, the years pass by famously as we go into our 60's. totally individual, intrinsic bits of us living in moments that either grind into the flesh of space or glide along aimlessly untill we are broadsided by the unorthodox jesticulations of another person.