stretch the mesh

the usual emotion: a tremor, a sea of waves, soaking up after a nice story.

I want to do something with stories.

train hopping.

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it's important to exercise this habit of blending words together to quake the groundings of knowledge tied up in knots in your brain, in hopes of undoing some loose ends, perhaps unraveling some startling breakthrough.

exercise, stretch the mesh of words dangling from the ceiling, ready to drop onto the floor for you to grab like apples for newton.

that soft touch, that faint inspiration; it's lurking inside you. I think it will never leave, not till your last breath. maybe even then it will stick with your spirit.

that little person inside you is unraveling a scroll that's too big for his arms to hold wide. poor guy - he can't see the whole thing at once. he has to internalize parts of it; really feel the meaning reaching and spreading through every fiber of his being.

breakthrough in our cultural times - it's lurking there, inside you, ready to come out... just keep questioning, keep looking, searching, feeling that firewood burn and burn away...

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when you can't feel it all
the fire lurks and cuts away
your solid molds in faint and fall
crisp mornings flaked insane

the message to burn out, out
in your heart ache's doubt, doubt
the reality quakes the ground beneath
you hold on tight: it's more, release

This is the message you want to hear
to end your rage and let it fly
This is the message you want to hear
to snap off the light and dive to rise

This is the message you want to hear
to end your search and call for tran-
quickly -quility comes to race
feel the heartflakes fall in place