Wednesday, May 6, 2009

in the light glowing about the head

There are birds flying in a neighbors home with clean porcelain and happy company. The bird escapes but captured before any attempt to wander off over the buildings inside of streets and the spots moving. The air lays comfortably in a new environment. Now. it still runs through the flowing conscience speaking thought. In there what paints? For mere pleasure. For the glow in smile. To the bird to fly. Over doubt but past awareness. Walking in and over intersections in mind of a certain destination. Breathing and admired and ing. Flow the conscience of a bird's flight for a common inter-plunged disposition. Dream the sayer and believe all the better. No mind to land. What now rests deep rest only to sleep.