June 22nd 2003
domingo 22…
nuts. is there a source to this useless brilliance, every other light, any shining gleam that reaches our eyes? is this th feastday of chango, like zeus in th divine gerund, dios, patron
of light in motion and th thunder that underlines & drives its power home? why then
th ocean cleansing? why midnight? why backwards? solstice? midsummer? dialectical materialism as opposed to what? let’s run.
…wrong. again. here still, not still, rehearsing conversations i may never have a chance of performing, talking to myself, or to god, as you please.