Alive Undreaming
Bad would be wakefulness without thought, alive undreaming, awake without words, neither working or playing, only waiting, enduring. After the week for jury duty, I returned fresh, with a good attitude. It almost seems that I will be there forever, without a thought of leaving. The truth is that I do want to make it through January, possibly to the spring, with convertible driving weather and video projects galore.
If I could get to that, I would be very glad, only to rest and not to need the travel, only to see and explore, this time appreciating even more than before, after all, with a dream, as if not ever, nor as much That would be an angle, both to know and to hold, whout dismay, one to th other, the other to each. Typing faster, each to the known, each to the past, whout dismay, one to the each, each to the other, sway and dismay, release and control. Rain in the alley, one to be part. Sound withut making. This was the shadow.