Jul 21, 2005 23:37
I've been in the Massart basement writing poems with bandsaws and heater tips for hours and hours
Otherwise it seems like theres infinite music to see and make, lightning bolt, subhumans, afrirampo...
An' love and friends are everywhere
An' slowly my consciousness has been rising, almost the way a pot boils
Tonight i was struck by full moon energy skinny dipping in Crystal Lake
An' i said 'yes' to God's question, forever, but it turned out to only be 10 minutes (as if time exists)
An' rode my bike home under streetlights pretending to be stars
Tommorow i go out to the Berkshires with Antonia to see Raccoo-oo-oon, were both trying our thumbs at hitchiking
I've tapped in to infinite magic and energy and now i ride it until it sleeps again
"We should know that the product of creation is the expansion of happiness"
enJOY
Current Wings: Shiny golden sheaths of christmas spirits, wavering, and reflecting light, but each light each speck is an eyeball that percieves conciousness anew, and makes a dream, they are peaceful