stream of conciousness, 10/14/2007

the pull of something
strongly familiar
like the tide
drawing further away
the scent of salt
touching somewhere uncomfortably close
a sea of fertility
spawning mothers
for those ungrateful clouds
the sun rising
too hot
dispersing embers and a last grip on
sanity
a distant drum
like hearts
burning in fury
destroying gods and terra firma
without official warning
11:11 make a wish
on a fish
soar above on swan's wings
touching blues and singing rocks
a ballad far away
crushed soft packs
like animals
smokeable but it won't last
the Northwest is too wet
you've hit
on everything
we said
we'd never say
machines among us
I would know
I know
I KNOW