oh, do we trust each other
a man and woman sit in meet-for-words .. can-you-do-code
more than conversation
this
what is that. first writing says "bolt is from Experimental Farm today." just a walk I was on. "glass is from Vincent Massey Park another day." where are we, flesh it out, it's not quite that I can't trust you "for android skin" it's more, what do you know .. we have put sky in jail for knowledge .. and they have put us in jail for knowledge. still functioning. no meet. slow reasoning.
like a book, little pictures, odd words.
in the meet-for-words, do I trust you, as a human
exemplify book-writing, but at you
take it farther
the best parts
I know we have
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it is time
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slow, for oft insulted book-readers
yeah, it's breezy day out today .. haven’t been out .. grass is a bit long in back yard, swaying .. bits, grow high .. dry weather, a bit of rain .. tree leaves sway too, pretty .. "talking" like us all .. easier days, I hope a lot of people have a lot of them, it's a tough world
ReplyDeleteto even .. read books .. of each other, close, intimate .. safe, forlorn .. far .. no media really .. we have one
it could be anyone - we "contact" but a message, taken more – how is this more – we all hope for, no book bought in bookstore no person bought in person store edge on rude claim traffick or ease to “perhaps” “hint” as "I still have work to do" "you do too" do chores, keep up / your house walk around slow in nervous times perhaps stay home a bit .. mind is dull, but not finished .. just scared, relaxed .. both .. gain relief .. read .. feel of this .., what keeps you healthy, be able to "there is no one" face what we all need to, whether in love, out of love "who is this person" "any of us" don't give .. can’t .. as born human, grow up seconds ID a second are not fast as lay out ground “seconds of a time second” walk away from time second as if a watch bend that, slow down, still stay caught up in some days have to get there to a place, how can that be .. read here .. littlest balance of place, see someone really strange, as anything
see your face, in a crowd .. or feel someone near, beneath their skin .. can I ever be sure of that .. look down, don’t make contact
in this world
look up
maintain even tone
look
of anything .. push cart by, can’t look, no one is allowed these feelings in our prison world, of everything
we have them
delicate raindrop of this weather