so true man, i even note that as i'm writing, my self centeredness, trying to widen it here...


do you know the blowing wind?
beginning with a question
the buzzing wind
shouts messages to the ear
the ear reddens, blushing
thinking, 'who me?'
a misunderstanding worth a dylanesque laugh
hunting flowers in the aftermath
of a sunshine
the power of a nother time
be it a moment between
or one in the seams
of the shrine

or, less consciously...


so beautiful
just writing words is a breathing
in and out of life
words come uncensored
and undone
into pure unadulterated momentaryness
a simple moment like the breeze
hitting the sheets
drying
in the front lawns
of your hometown
familiarity bustling down your fingers
like lace
like beads of sweat
between us
outside there is snow