ST132 ... Everywhere i look i see things fading,
I lost a sister the other day, memories decades old flash against my mind,
words are like the millions of mini waves skimming across the waters
I catch one and it's gone, misspelt, misinterpreted, misrepresented, twisted into something it is not, blurred. I catch a glimpse of understanding from a self i know not. Everywhere i look i see things fading, moving away from themselves, from a me unknown. Beauty appears to remain the same as a wound carved into stone, an abstract, a concept that takes so long to be real and fades…. like your love. Your tiny toes, your sensitive neck, your ticklish ears, hair dense and delicate, vague tender distant eyes, you take so long to know, so long to disappear.
Love is wanting, giving, receiving, immense, simple and a mystery moving across a sea of waves words can not touch.
I lost my sister Trudy the other day, memories decades old flash against my mind, brush my heart with joy and a solemn awakening of time dying, flesh ending, death the unknown, where all illusions disappear and words sink into the sea.
I am here, alive, alone, with Kachi on the coast of mexicos pacific side. A dog, this dog teaches me to live, to be here, to see. She doesn't think too much as i, if she thinks at all. We do not know what thinking is, really, there are many conclusions, opinions, all weak in the breeze of eternity. I think therefore i am not on one hand and on another it makes a me out of me. Thinking is frail, a tool to build identities, a mysterious spirit entering from nowhere and leaving to whence it came. Thought can not uncover itself.
My sister left me here, my god left me here, my lover left me here, i left myself here on this coast of magic and mystery. I know nothing and nothing knows me. I write to no one. I found these words rolling across waves of glimmering shades of light dancing thru the eyes of love and lies.
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