Saturday, November 10, 2007

10 minutes

Plenty of time to write, really. Dr. Williams built his lifetime body in between delivering bodies from bodies. If not time consuming, applaud WCW for working his beatuiful works amid biological distraction. Many of us put our creativity and energy into the reasons not to write rather than typing some damn words. Worst decision I ever made was moving off of paper and into cyberia. Can cantos come between e-mail updates and the urge to post our face to strangers?

10 minutes before they arrive, before I am left and go become that. Do I really need more time? Not when I have been suffering with internal pleading for this peripateia, this relative abundance of peace, this declaration of intense and wondrous and tragically brief quiet.

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