#362 floating and sinking

#365 we all get here eventually

we all get here eventually beginnings and endings are all the same blips on radar screens on and off again forgetting the before and after and in between what happens between flashes of light is the mystery of darkness where we become who we really are where there lost in the dark we are always found make your middles count the riddle of the hill is in the climbing the quickest way down is to bow sand becomes the glass and the glass returns to sand like three vultures up in the tree behind my house still no not yet boys maybe next year make your middles count the riddle of the hill is in the climbing the quickest way down is to bow epw 4.19.08 perrysburg, oh

#364 everything to come

everything in its place every nothing in its nowhere from nothing sprouts green again in everywhere there is void our hearts sutras beating out form and nothingness our unfortunate heads lost in clouds formerly pieces of oceans we are of each other and for each other our blood the roads of antiquity the spirals of everything to come why am i crying i still have tomorrow but i hate calendars now i understand what that all means and i’m sorry i made you to die we are of each other and for each other our blood the roads of antiquity the spirals of everything to come and i’m sorry i made you to die epw 4.18.08 perrysburg, oh

#363 always be there

every day we try to do our best or something as long as we try we rise i am lost again in the forest in my heart through the soft pines the wind sings pines and the sea always there for me the moon and stars always a mystery i will not forget the birds have eaten the bread crumbs but there’s no need to return pines and the sea always there for me the moon and stars always a mystery epw 4.17.08 perrysburg, oh

#362 floating and sinking

i want to get lost in space it’s like the ocean so cold you can’t breathe but it’s as big as everywhere i’d take one last look at the christmas lights below before reconciling my differences with the moon floating and sinking it’s all the same thing buoyed up or pulled down by something unseen either way you let yourself go i want to take a minute and stretch it wide pull it hard enough and make it last as long as forever floating and sinking it’s all the same thing buoyed up or pulled down by something unseen either way you let yourself go epw 4.16.08 perrysburg, oh

#361 my basket is nearly full

not until you dip your toes into a soggy desert or walk across a dusty sea will you finally know that every contradiction is righted in each and every disbelief we turn out the light to say goodnight we wave goodbye to taillights down the driveway and sometimes hello really means goodbye i’m raising my hand one of everything every year and every year another my basket is nearly full maybe the wrong number messages on my machine are really for me but joseph it seems he’s in a heap of trouble we pull our own oars but i’m so tired one of everything every year and every year another my basket is nearly full epw 4.15.08 perrysburg, oh