{When Moses and the ancients wanted to see
more of their documents,
they just scrolled
down}

Friday’s a boy,
Saturday’s a girl,
and Sunday’s a marriage,
I suppose.

Sure on this Thursday night
with starmade shadows all
around

A common boy, a common story
, a comma.
But just the right
punktuation for the other guy.
You always already knew
him. You’ll probably see
him tomorrow. Look for that
sadness in his eyes.
The untimely
pause.

just make it easy for him…

It’s going to be a lovely
week. Weather
you like it or not.

and only afterward
did I realize.

From within the shadows of the everlasting
hills, may autumn be
with you this night, and always.
‘Tis upon us.
We breathe it in and
it’s in us.

The night is beginning
to rain,
or to reign.
The reins of the night.
The nightmare’s reins of the knight that reigns.

course, you were always
already there

Alive. On
earth.
Breathing in
the country,
doin’ it
[playing harmonica]
in the road.
The life.
That’s the life
you live.

A girl.
A harmonica.
A road.
A lark.
A rising, a setting,
a renewing

Breath is such
a stunning thing to think about.
As is death.

I was thinking about this the other day:
Imagine God
on a horse.
How cool is that.

Anyway.

No waaay.
That’s hilarious.
Scalarious.
really.
Scary and.
Hil.

Who is Noam Chomsky?

You know,
I was looking at the sun today and trying to actually
notice it for what it is.

A HUGE STAR
throwing massive amounts of light and
energy into our
atmosphere.

Like, it’s pretty crazy that the sun is actually
there.
Visible.
Right there in the sky.

Chosen.