Day: Aug 5, 2012
When I survey the hollow earth beneath the feet of actors
shuffling in and out of mortal coils, the not so gentle scent
of some things future creeps into my nasal tubes like latent
molecules in which some atoms have been bonded chemically
(under duress [though true to form it’s never what it seems]).
When I was small my Auntie Gert once said, on seeing that a
stubborn wound of mine refused to heal: “It will get worse before
it can get better”. Aware her wisely words were right, I’ve since
applied that saying to the many other branches of my life.
I always say too much so please forgive me
if my words seem like a gush. I promise you
will never drown beneath them; they have
spaces in between so you can safely dream
and breathe them into common sensely
sentences if that’s your only chosen path
across a weird and widely lifesome epigraph.