Sunday, November 13, 2011
Particular glints, paired, remind. Of what,
I don't know, & it's driving me nuts,
divine center of I don't know what,
thus, awake, among other stimuli.
Shadows taller than our soul (Zeppelin's never cliche
to this Parmastani man, so shut your piehole). Photos frozen
in order of darkness, so why this is clearer than the next,
the auncient art of digital divination will spill, perhaps.
No? So tell me something.
This way is as good as any,
says the shrug.
Maybe I'm spineless.
Head full of crap.
Being & everythingness.
Ghosts, all of you,
save -- to be continued. I lied. The end. Amen. fin
Posted by Randal Graves at 2:03 AM