mojique

whenever     i   feel melancholy at a disappointing shift in my being's timeline, when people stop making sense and possessions seem to possess us, and everybody's bitterly confused but mostly only because they're bitter? that talking heads song (which i don't like) starts playing in my head. i think it's called "once in a lifetime" or you know the one that goes "same as it ever was," over & over & over again? i'm considering getting a small loudspeaker so i can just stand there playing it, stoic, perhaps with a teardrop painted on my face... you might not understand, but only because you would if you try and therein lies the problem... when we end up trying in all the wrong ways, for all the wrong things, at exactly the wrong times...but someday it all ends up all right, no matter what's left. a red eft, walking across last year's leaves. ugh. good eve. god is a spider any way. but it's a mistake to think she would keep us there, ensnared, forever. 'twould bee a waste of her silk, with which i am reminded that, to begin with, you were of her yolk, her ilk, her milk ornately spilled. oh yes, i will... from within this cocoon... begin to feel the aether, within as without, of aeons bygone being bygones, and then some. so i ask that you remember this ember until we meet again, in friendship, or to what end... i cannot say. i am only just beginning to make my way back, from the future, and yet i greet you from the past. don't ask; show, tell, we were woven under a spell...if you couldn't tell, wells within wells, i well-up and well... if you didn't all ready know, it's time: are you ready? i hear the word like an avalanche, what boulders stumble under you? my promises? i know i kept them, if perhaps too closely, something (is it you?) tells me, you are more than meets the eye. one truth, and one lie... a veil. but besides, besides that, i seek your light. in darkness, as you have found me by mine. never assume we see each other by the shadows we hide behind, i think *they* call it:

time...