11/1/18

Veer West


Channeling some literary need.
For understanding and completeness.
So that it is done.
And recorded.
And saved.

An opponent with nothing to lose.
Everything being already lost.
The game is on.
Regardless.
For fun.

Music seems like math initially.
Then the soul gets involved somehow.
And it goes flying.
Like the air.
Unlimited.

Visionaries line up and declare.
Begin with the end in mind always.
Make it a trip to remember.
Veer west.
Go.

Like Nothing

  Like eating cardboard for days. Like heavy air full of silence. Like a sharp edge of ice. Like a suit hung up in a bag. Like a drooping an...