Friday, August 5, 2011

Only the Foolish Understand

The first thing I do is write. Pray? There are ways to God only the foolish understand.

Turn on the lights. A black cat crossed the yard while I stood in the road admiringly. Visitor bane.

A lovely star is more likely a planet. The horses stamped and coughed, driving off a bear. Snapping turtles have tails, I know that now.

If you're reading, then write. Too much coffee, not enough protein. Identity shadows the ego standard.

Arrogant unlike Parisian soulfulness. Certain teachers I miss, others I just emulate. These sentences, not twenty others.

I insists. Deletions and mark-throughs and notes on the margin. Other branches, other tombs.

A way forward? Interior peace.

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