the human is not really at them, long trails, stone walkways, walk slow, to them, themselves

to get there, to be present

from where?

we look impromptu just left there "say something like that" ever touch, what we can't quite get - to be present, in our face, body, operating in certain circumstances why on earth, as what.  ah, we do good enough.  leave it alone, eric.

we live as what form of ourselves as best we can./ shower, go to the bathroom, be alive, eat, sleep, never show up - more - what more - to this framework, live good enough - ah

leave it alone vague poetry beyond poetry speak so odd I'd kick you out or I'd let you stay

you ever handle this

to say this/ any words claptrap form to shake house roof of mind say just a little I can't abide by you be your friend vague fog citizen of earth that's enough mete out a hint never solidify what freak to be figure out a way to live get past what a human appears to be, live steady, something else, our hours of mind go to work in appear lightly in human body mean a lot not really our face hiding it all, getting on with it, or body just doing things, never appear the who whole portal I rest of it behind it, use you, politely come through us, not scorned science-fiction be one shape me part of me true

ever feel powerfully indistinct not part of earth

walk along as what contemplated time fast look in another's face

ever a street, meet someone far away me of brush tickle okay and twigs and make way through strung beads, well-put-together

sit in a shop, chairs, sit indivisible visible people of paint on wall one colour no

no one lives on in there

we make digital one draw

ever complex drawing on a board balanced by her side she hands you a business card like that

time stops she has a grey screen by her she takes word prompts from, you do too, a common story legible for streets of grey and glum

ever no hire book, it walks free can survive find 10 years lay off free to wisdom produce

meditation and songs and small itty-bitty drawings, and bread, and toast, and we all meet sad unpopular ways for greatness world better

it's a funny world

funny things look close spy

and this song from the internet

I hope it's okay to put it there

it's a beautiful song

for all of us in our sadness and amazement at dullness another day and something strikes us uplifts us

I hope for you too

meditation sagacious of keen and farsighted penetration none and always a leaf off tree tall sky

we ever invisible silver tree airy nothing there

all our hopes sky sit tea table defy life be kind beyond life we cannot say

to each other

we all love say not too easily

it is there kept special very far away
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have tea or a drink something warm hot chocolate winter sip say the day's dose of diseased news, we bandage play nurse and stay and this, if you ever could/ ever newspaper of this uninvented page after page media not since the beginning of book or anything

waiting

to each other

patient

we meet again

we need a meditation kind of awful and good, kind of the whole story

oh the meditation studios are very sweet/ the wood floors see the grain polish a varathane coating or whatever it is and each cushion is clean and bright and I feel clean and bright new year not far enough ever frightened and never tell fake don't let me say that, please hedge my bets, I haven't dug deep enough real hurt and did my own vomit not a movie to watch of some other experience, hard, for me, in my life

they have to be sweet

I should be too

oh shut up, eric

we kind of yeah "are not doing it in the meditation studio" I can't sell, talk my sweetest/ I am okay to that too, I can do that too/ where are we/ settle/ drink tea/ piss and moan/ shut up I said/ so get the whole yard of rabid dog or scent of library truth blend me

do it at home and write and communicate in pictures in videos in scattered in ever know "bring story scattered like drop from mind airplanes chip bags pill bottles wrapper plastic for turkeys gather garbage dump real change thoughts no attachment we are in there to audio my face show up too me all of me as life" "no way act as it" near you

can't really, you know?

we all wrap an arm around someone in a headlock, that someone is us, tired of us, love us, sit with, no headlock

we all, as new years dawn, or meditation beyond the physical dimension, ever some of that, in the silly things we say

it's all like that, overly complicated

peer in close
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ever get that much across, two words out of a 144 or lines drawings to my face

my mind
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we ever have a station, a measuring station, for more to my life, than my lifespan
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I ever say some weird weird stuff

you like
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ever mystery not located in our faces or words
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help me any equipment computers sigh pencil paper drawings crude fast wrinkled paper wet dry get out of shower dry off get dressed meet friend for coffee, ever a "station" "there" "we can just whip up" "step into this dimension"