what was the quickest route.
..
there was none. but they did hang so so sweetly from the higher places
the day we also strung the cut out cardboard glue glittered jagged stars amidst
the the now lost painted canvasses
-- one still unfolded, buried- in our shoe box card board hom-e.
it is a heavy spread to unfurl - this morass of blue with not one star looking alike
some not like a star should at all.
..
we had sung our songs in front of these silly props
as moppets would so many years ago
almost a whole dream of a life falling from a rafter of it's own.
..
now it is just he and i
with scores of music machine-ray and surgeries
pushed to a place called called "the vast"
where there is no sound to any ear - ours or others.
.
as it was so long ago when i was first alone as i am so much now
.
like it was when sounds and sight were large and foreign to me
freezing
as a child.
.
frightening and huge then becoming amazingly good.
ae box with strings placed across me was no larger than the micronaut
bendable knees and elbos clear perfect who could be strung and flying
with thredd brilliant to an oatmeal can cockpit
landing on the bed of my hopeful triage
by a time - once again i had no strength to walk.
old enough now to play the box with strings
and micronauts were replaced by more pens and mechanical pencils
which were the same to me after i would hear
the bono vox on the box
and the u2 coming to me live from philadelphia
new years day.
and under a such the bloody red sky.
the terrible times
and the cure and trading teardrops in a bottle
for all fears imagineable
and other wax records knowing
where each groove was exactly and
a beautiful song
a doll called china
only nervous
they knew about this condition of so much fractured apparently
so i we could all be very relieved
later
on a cassette
to learn on these amazing looping squares
much more accessible than the big 8 trackwingers
and how to avoid falling on the white lines of many kinds
from years earlier and as i was realizing
to become awake : and realizing "play and record"
my own box of sound coming from my own vox
there are pros and cons
i tried to avoid i could not for a short time-
walking so many pros and cons
before after and during
many white lines
and getting off any road with any con-
man
first myself
and then all the rest even up until now.
..
it is a very good day to be alive.
.
still breathing
and so is my main man
mr. lee
..
.
not slipping..
..
.
echo : eternal : love-lasts-bigg-force
endscry out - a request might be small but it;s still sent out in a whisper box
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