Friday, March 18, 2011

So I take in the good day that be happening today, as you walk on the frozen underfoot.  And the sunrays above meet to evaporate the accumulated past and let it pass out of the troposphere.  You can breath in the past, change it in you into the future - in which you inhale again - a cycle that sends the experiences that never end.  Cause we’re rotating on the gravitational flux from all the other air masses we be sendin’ out of here.  A flux that sucks us back on our own two feet to walk a beat called pursuit and being en route - and with a soul to boot!  The earth’s drippin’ down, leaching into the ground.  Erupting past layers we can’t avoid.  The past in the present.  In all the stories meant to be told.  Where the web of connection arose and grew me five fingers and five toes - to operate on creation and balance on the place we land our feet.  Import and export the wave of the future.  The difference of long distances.  The actuality in reality is far different than the same.  You could say its nature sending messages or you could say its that we are all alive and ticking, all alive and thinkin’ whether its good or bad.  Thinkin’ happy or sad.  Whether a place can shift, spark a rift, and the water fall beneath it.  Underground, believe in the future sounds ring clear in the air.  
Keep breathing that H20, my dear. 

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