vastly (slowly)

behind sighs hides reverse hyperbole, intellectual pull-frees and wandering i-don't-know-whats. theres something somewhere inside these walls that tries out easier rhythms and laughs simply, understands more of the things you say sometimes (which i am boundless and sorrounded by such vaguely opposite sentiments towards the day that i cannot grasp everything) and did you get the notice you were craving? is that what it was?

this morning was wild stares at the sun and fiesty eyes, movements at full speed even feeling slow somehow and good, like clean air in your lungs and the blue blue skies of colorado midday air. i wasn't thinking about names for things or categories or anything at all, just small steps, peace, perfection, endless.

now geoff farina stories and his little finger guitar obituaries for this day or that, i am rising slowly and highly (have been since morning) and better than anything.

a letter from you like telephone talks so much or sometimes more and words that sway outside of what is going on what has been going on all day all morning all all all all

trying to take it in, and match it with the day's endevours, slide gentle ungrasping fingers around it, little by little and it's not neccesarily all that much to speak of, all that much that can be pinned down to phrases, just turns of the day's temperment is all.

2004-07-09 | 9:39 a.m.
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