No sense in beating
the proverbial bush
unless you're stamping it out
because it's on fire.
Why remind or advise anyone—
even you—to watch out for
what we digest from reading online?
That's not to say you or any one of us
That's not to say you or any one of us
should throw the whole thing out,
of course not, that's crazy talk.
A lot of good stuff online, and in real life.
Heard a rumor that online was real life too.
Brings us full circle.
Cutting to the chase.
Cutting to the chase.
That is where you'll find it.
Where the moment thrives.
Where all the futures hide,
lurking, waiting, and hoping
to be chosen.
There is no quotable truth
available online.
We may each
We may each
log off now.
The river seethes so quietly
The river seethes so quietly
no one would know the barely
discernible hairs on his forearms
were tingling at such a rate
of vibration they emitted
a thin music, like micro-crystals
rushing headlong into bloodstreams.
The way a small rill or creek in the forest
The way a small rill or creek in the forest
might wind its way past you,
and you wouldn't know it
was actually laughing at you
unless you bent down and paid
attention enough to make out
the sound of the water rapidly
pronouncing itself over a lower
jaw of rocks, you are hearing
the continual sound of the dragon's
tongue slithering over the river bed.
Push through burst skins
after having grown new ones.
Never hide again from the river
Never hide again from the river
