natural citizens,
It's one of those lazy, loitering without aim days. I am so indifferent sometimes it's like I'm inside some sort of ambient experimental electronic music that makes you feel like going nowhere. It's like you want everything to stay just the way it is because you don't have a care in the world and you don't even care if the mood changes into something more out of balance and less together. It's the kind of music that feels great not when you need it but when you no longer have a need for it. Words then tend be excessive and more difficult and there meaning is impossible to ascertain. That's just fine for me. Phrases are like the sound of a trickle of water which I follow or the gentle crashing of a wave on shores without humanity to give them meaning. Words reflect the language of a perfect future when they are like this... In a way it is their end that is in question here. When a question no longer calls to you for an answer then it's an enigma, the words themselves at their ownmost possibility. None of this should be possible but it is. All of it is a piercing phone without logos meandering like a corscrewing vine or growing like crystals without extending into a human meaning. Natural like the day I was born crystallization becomes an ornament, the luster of a poetic spark igniting this glorious morning where a trumpet of the Jaga Jazzist plays along while the cymbals crash and the computer does a strange cut up. This morning appeals more to our sense of admiration which always likes to loiter and dwell on the swaying swell of language that takes a hold of us when the whole world seems to say with you, "hey beautiful where are you going?". You see the support of language not like a tabula rasa but as the magnet and mirror that it is and behold it is you and only you lol...
tympan
That same day is blowing through here,
maybe even the same breeze,
with the words on its wings.
Allen
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