2007-05-08
yellow and prismatic
and there is this pulse, this ongoing reverberation that is always there, though i do not always hear it. it is never this resounding bouyant rhythm that is faint; it is i who is faint and not in touch with it, not raising my neck above the spotting clouds of this ceiling surface of life to the plane of sense above, the one that is always here gaping upon life, its games and undulations and vigor intertwined with yellow and prismatic melody. some gracious yet verbose galloping beats keenly and earnestly canter forward, the dramatic yet jovial vitality resounding forth from itself, and from me, when i let it be so.
leesah-likes at 12:49 a.m.