||[Oct. 14th, 2014|01:09 am]
I am moving to the tune of gravity, quickly as rainfall|
[Drops landing on concrete split open with many veins of moss and dandelion. A post-industrial cul-de-sac with a smorgasbord of rusty cars neighboring the childlike painted front of our secret-magic warehouse, which is tattooed red and white up and down its exterior. All circus all the time.]
- halfway between a cloud of chalk lingering photogenically in the fluorescent lamplight over the platform,
and a faded American flag which sleepily welcomes international visitors,
the whipping wind is suddenly silent over my ears and gravity stands still.
In spite of all my clumsiness and eagerness a calm sinks in:
I hear your voice and time is frozen.
There is nothing but warmth.
there is nothing but joy.
I will meet you there
when the time is right.