clunk (100)

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I sit here with a blank page creating patterns to amuse myself

You’ll never see them like so much you’ve never seen, nor ever will

When did I last feel this way…oooh, 15 months ago, I guess

It’s been a long time coming or perhaps it should never have, but … we can talk about rivers all you want, we both know that words can’t reflect reality or if they can then they’re just history’s minions

I’ve decided consciousness doesn’t exist, just like the knowledge the swami espouses as non-knowledge

I bet he wishes he weren’t right, but as he doesn’t know

Who cares who cares

I can’t see why people created time: they don’t understand it, can’t understand it

Perhaps there’s a sense of security now there’s a definite plan, a future for you-know-who

Changes occur daily in plans made with no intention, and neither of us knows just how that’s done

Even a wrong turn’s a right turn: you can’t stop the train, can’t stop riding it.

And trains don’t turn

You’d want a moment like this to last forever

And it could, it does - so much for who you think you are, were, and tomorrow is night

Tomorrow begins a new battle against the foe you know knows no defeat

I think God got bored a long, long time ago

Always the call, the tug; thank goodness for GPS and satellites to give a creature comfort

How is the easiest question you might think until you try to scale its edifice

And assuming an equality of sorts I wonder why it is some who cheat at cards and not all. You see, societies exist because they do, because they want to.

I have another to attend to; perhaps another day, perhaps you’ll just remember my bright red and yellow coat tails.