Saturday, October 27, 2007
Introspection
Halt the stopwatches; take the seconds as
they are. Shift no more; make not even that
whiff of noise. One should hear this petulant
child in himself; yelling; banging incessant
at something; mad at the world because he
is not the sun; his sad posterior whipped by
the outspoken audacity of what remains:
of his misplaced imagination; and that
of his erroneous visions.
Halt the stopwatches; take a look inside ourselves;
we shall find him baring his teeth, straightback at us.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:25 am
Halt the stopwatches; take the seconds as
they are. Shift no more; make not even that
whiff of noise. One should hear this petulant
child in himself; yelling; banging incessant
at something; mad at the world because he
is not the sun; his sad posterior whipped by
the outspoken audacity of what remains:
of his misplaced imagination; and that
of his erroneous visions.
Halt the stopwatches; take a look inside ourselves;
we shall find him baring his teeth, straightback at us.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 12:25 am
