2004-01-15 - 3:14 p.m.
Ash melts away to
A zig zagging fire that turns to circles and gradually, in puffs of cloudlike vibratory smooshing, smooths into trails and stars of melodic teeth chattering moments, eyes opening slowly like the gates to a vault, a mind revealing soft thoughts in golden profusion. The drum spreads across the room like warm fingers. I see into you and weep at the beauty, the pure light of you. A comment misheard as "my brain is a tooth." another misheard as "these buttons are made of everlasting earth."
My brain IS a tooth.
These buttons ARE made of everlasting earth.
