I have walked in deep, dark places, and crawled through darker, still -- gas-lit slums long after the dusk, where lamplight failed to spill. So surprised by fleeting faces that faded in and out -- like visions from the sleep-drift, they never loiter about. They come, they see, and then they pass -- these alien observers. They pass with just a fleeting glance, like someone else's server. They care not what you think you need, or who you think you are. You're just an automaton shopper within the grand bazaar.
We watch the naked emperor like nothing is amiss, and recoil upon sight of frogs wise of what lies in a kiss. We trust the familiar too much, and the odd too little. We love a beauty even when she's selfish or she's brittle. There is a Jack for each giant, and many clever cats, and, sometimes, we cheat the man who takes out all our rats. The other foot will always fall, even when blinded by hope. Sometimes it pays to play dimwit, but not be an outright dope. Each tale tells us of ways to be a better, kinder soul in a world filled with all manner of monster, fiend, and troll.
The boulders' slothful migration inched them down the hillside. They moved so slow you'd never know they were in leaden landslide.
everything is one thing. the way we are rivers. and all things are nothing; as takers are givers. i'm flow-er and flow-ee -- twisting as I'm drifting, not fancy or showy nor highly uplifting. just a leaf on a stream, bumping into others, gliding through a fond dream with sisters and brothers.
So long ago I remember events that weakened knees. My mind a haze, my heartbeat hard my soul eager to please. When I was moved by subtle touch, a gesture, or a tease. But now that I'm an older soul I've lost that state of mind, but wish the world would grant me yet one golden chance to find the return to that state of life, where love and luck are blind.
If you can't see the magic in a flower or a leaf, how can you see it in the work of some cutpurse thief? And if you can't see it in stars of a hinter night sky, how can you see it in the tricks -- a conjuror's slick lie? There's woe in where we find great awe -- those simple illusions. And what we miss reflects our keen everyday delusions.
Warm light filters through the window, killing the perfect night. The gravity of bed still holds - as eyelids deny sight. And life's order would wrench me out from under the cover, but for the allure and the bliss of my love, and lover. Why must the sun be on the march? Why must we heed its place, and surrender that entwinement - chest pillow against face?
I lie on the sloping hillside; damp grass tickles my neck. I hear the bleating beasts kibitz as dogs keep them in check. My eyes closed to the azure dome, until eyelids grow dim. I open wide to see the sky, and note that it grows grim. It's time to consult my sheepdog, "Should we beat it, or stay?" He barks to me, "Now can't you see, the clouds 're dirty wool gray?" "I see it clearly as my hand, but what does that shade mean?" "It means you're not a shepherd, and you may need the latrine."
In my dream, the city stretched out beyond what I could see. Colorful concrete pillbox roofs spread to infinity. Oh, such an infinite city must have some great allure. Miracles, mysteries, mayhem, and madness - that's for sure. What secrets reside behind those thick and dampening slabs? What unknown fortunes have been lost, that now are up for grabs? How many souls are lost right now? Panic starting to rise. How many will be found in time due to those spying eyes? There's some magic in this city, I'm sure that there must be. For everything can happen when you stretch to infinity.
There's a block of gloomy darkness beyond the gray yonder. Since I can't see what's sitting there, I can't help but ponder whether there's solid ground upon which a guy could wander. Or would one fall into a void - a life forthwith squandered. Who can know if they don't ever go, but leave it to the guessing? No staked claims or stated aims, I find the mystery distressing. I listen to the stories, but can't sup what they're expressing, I know they've never been there either, and it's creed they're professing. So I'll start in that direction, moving slowly as I go, and if I should fall before the wall, I'll bear that I can't know.