sometimes the idea is a chain reaction of sparks
sometimes in a cycle, flashing over and over
or a network of dancing lights, like it were alive
and i dream what it must be to be consumed in such fires
like how i imagine the bodies of angels are
sometimes to think these energies are what keep me alive
not the body, but that which is the me in me
for the dream is the necessary food of the soul:
if you catch the eye of one of whom the spark has caught
you will see what mad purpose God has touched
Reflection
2:03pm thursday, 17th november
Where's the Russian girl these days? Did she ride off into the sunset?.....
Stand
12:47am friday, 18th november
She's currently in China, but drops me a line every once in a while.
Reflection
Stand