Comfortably Confused

In near unison, in some crowded "Ralphs?" somewhere, we began to blur our vision. For you it was absolutely disgusting, but the futile mission to find peacocks was too strong in our hearts! We drove about and sang a few tunes, found some empty dumpsters, and then forgot how things worked. As Dave excavated the ruins from another time from the flowing waters, the liquid time, I basked in your compliments whilst desiring the overhead clouds to fit in my pockets, a memento of this triumphant day if you will! I took a mental picture with my mind and in my mind that picture shall stay!

To the sounds of Nurse With Wound and Patti Smith, I tried to think of the best way to reciprocate and I recalled something you wrote that moved me as greatly as that which I made that you claimed to be moved by and told you how I felt about it. Then another futile journey began

 The shore stares at the white, transparent steam arising from the falling waters on this flat earth of ours. The many eyes emerging from the sand grieve at this sight because this realm holds no science. These are the visions behind Mandie's closed eyes as her bed rolls along like a rolly-polly through the desert of the cats vision, as he sits there comfortably on the couch.


With water flowing just ahead of us behind the solid wall of darkness, and crackling branches of damp enveloping us, we tried to associate our disassociated minds. We tried to connect visions when we were, hopefully comfortably, completely in ourselves. We ruffled through your things, wondering where it is we managed to find ourselves. We giggled and sat in alienated silence in short bursts. We tried to write the "greatest story ever written", but I was stretching into a lemur and you were, well, of another sphere. We raised the white flag and found something better to do! We sat at the yellow place, possibly being watched. I showed you a duck and oh how you were estranged! Then, the sound of traffic and movement became our environment as we happily drifted away. There we sat, melting the clocks of our universes and indulging in our perception, our ever so disoriented perception. I was at peace and I hope you were too. Than we found again our close friends and explored the world from above. We gazed upon the absurdity of our species. The light that shines and grows like mold from the dark effected us greatly and you hence-forth, lost your phone. You silly, silly thing!!!! I was as happy as a clam.

Throughout my life, words have followed me like the plague and poisoned my air, suffocating the acoustics of the sky by replacing it with society and it's paranoia. I gasp for air by listening, and in listening, I have learned to listen. All things vibrate, even the things that don't, and we hear all things, even that which sits in complete silence. Indulging in this has become my life, and I desire greatly to share this heard space with another, so thanks for sitting there with me, wiggling and shivering and transporting yourself to wherever you wished. I hope it didn't bore you. I'm a contradiction. I feel at peace but at the same time I'm a complete and utter mess. While this messiness is my peace, it also isn't. What you said of me and my work puts the spine back into my back so thank you for that.

Gazing upon the cosmos in motion, because we have no choice but to do so, is much more fun with you around. All of you, actually. That was a fun day. Let us explode stars with our gaze.