Our family (famile)
Foot hole path inspects all my way down towards glowing window, is house that holds the bunches of together tethers. Standing against solid masses and side to side i speel the tips of branches where to my left is abandoned, where is grassy pond swelling up the base. swallows possible sleep centers and i hope badly that i'll make it to Washington because its too damp. on the walk back i actually notice the length of a street and attatched to that is i want to actually be there. So i take a picture but without a camera and without writing it down. Incidently the same glooming limbs that were reaching for something earlier are stretched fastly over the warmest area. sways the lizard, swings and drafts in case i hadn't felt it yet. I picture a whole family full standing barefoot and gap-ing wide with gleam, as a team. keeping up with a frantic living, smiling back and forth to the ones next to them, staring at property. Grainy reflections of dusk as one after another vibrates friendly comfort. i see their every face and we yell together " there is no mountain!" We feed for a pond, a dotted implication or possibly an actual "area". A campsite apears and of course we dress the proper atire, we are the northern americans once more, and we stay put all the time. when it's only one of us that can't be, we search and we search until that person is found. Eventually we return to the connections made to our world. recognizable clouded figures sampling us to be sure we can always keep it with us. keeping tree friends, gliding simply all the way over valley (s). The steps are free flowing, tea cups sipping all the time, puddles dry quickly and point fowardly,WE SMELL ALL THESE THINGS.
WIMAN is visiting a few long lost friends, very soon.
Can tunnels give way to shape sharply paths, is given to the family (famile)
Can rythms speak to me forever, still continue to remind me ones i want, but cannot describe in front of them.
Can i stay warm enough to tell stories, stay put long enough so money no longer suits my needs.
"Unshaply friend grows to the side, is picked up and given away graciously, world remains untouched and booming"
Noe.
WIMAN is visiting a few long lost friends, very soon.
Can tunnels give way to shape sharply paths, is given to the family (famile)
Can rythms speak to me forever, still continue to remind me ones i want, but cannot describe in front of them.
Can i stay warm enough to tell stories, stay put long enough so money no longer suits my needs.
"Unshaply friend grows to the side, is picked up and given away graciously, world remains untouched and booming"
Noe.