As/Is







12.11.2006


Maturation's Anybody's Fog

Alarmist repossessives have a posse. Dig? Ditch them fast, or you'll be on the contrary endorphins sweating for your life, rife with indicatives and proprioception. Angst results from too much sotto voce and too little horse power in the inner chamber. Trembling remains a shallow way to call for reciprocity in yelling. Any number of discourtesies remind us of our passive times, when voice came from others one believed to be full-grown, who believed in minds and hearts to match. The thatched roof of indifference continued prompting those who needed none of that. Alertness as a different quality of attention started to resemble mercy killing, but much less. It seemed a simple thing to have run roughshod over semblances and chariots. Whose idea was the live-with going to solve? Some advice arrives as a shock, a string of parsed recessive genes. What smarts is what flows through the winter gates. What shows is how the bonus program used to be a shelter for the skittery young trees not yet spined with zoned validity. The part to be passed on is that. The Hades portion of our program, when the willing start to line up with the poachers who have now formed a committee filled with ways and means.