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yellow water blank beneath
when we play, let’s pretendall this have been pretend, I see now
hearing the tonesseeing the memories play out
even in a situationmix of all things createsuntruth from ‘my’ perspective
somewhere else very close there is a truth slicecannot get hold of itwithout releasing the whole mass of ‘me’
oh, so blown upswollen and exaggerated
ourselves trying to get aheadtrying to say something elsebelieving it is our turn now
jumping into the yellow pool tonightthe yellow riverthe yellow blankness
well underformations of bubbles
people I rememberand dogs
monologuesI recall
adviceI recite
wisdomI thought
containmentI sought
escapeI tried but no way
need air, cracking the surfaceall searches exhaustedonly the slicecompletely immersed
any statement killsany proposal killsany reference kills
I just thought I needed to do thatbut I am wrong
enter the slice…
statements are based on fear, in search of certaintyproposal are based on power, in search of controlreferences are based on fuzziness, in search of acknowledgement
can we throw the anchorcan we enter the slicewhere there is an existence pure and fresh
I keep repeating jumping in the yellowgetting exhaustedbeing trapped in all of thisbeing trapped in my web of inventions
playfullness...
these dogs rolling in the grassexhausted driving in the desert
packing my bagsEvian bottle getting too warm
swamp cooler hummingWhite car yellow lights rolling by
dust on the floor, for another dayspider web left
broken glass bulbwindow locked with wooden pin
water puddle reflectingwhirl of sand circlingshadow hiding a coin forgotten
little girl with pony tail tying her shoeseraser fell out of her backpack
light switching to redthe car tried to make it, next time?
bus just left, no people waitingsomeone is going to get these dogs back home