The frost keep running away is the spacing of space and heart beat and mind
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nzpLMD1xb0Q
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WX2TXMJXS4o
The time passes faster than a word that does anything any real justice
and all the intensity of
love and bulletproof glass containing
all the paint is dripping on the other side like rain
my easel and brush locked inside the metal gates of
BE
and the good song ends before the picture is done
and the repeat gets older before the picture impresses
and the boredom requests a new unfinished painting
I just hope that in vernacular time
we can dream of parallel time
or just imagine
who we might be
and never decide
who we are not
(quiet chants "...............the free." <<<<<>>>>>)
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