Jul 21, 2004 10:07
We are sober and industrious; there is some locomotion we feel in our interior talking, a muscular arrangement in transpositions that is weights of lifting and letting falling / measures of going and retaining / the how of our proceeding through the spaces of the time from the moment we are moving ourselves word after word walking by words and syllables until the arrival pronounces the structure of how we have been moving.
There is some sensation aroused in running in flames and an entirely melodic strain that is the result of extreme organization or the result of natural disorganizations. We do well as the clouds do in passing and poorer in conglomerations.