A thought train leaving a station
appears to be heading to the little town of reasoning
instead of the city of facts.
Neither is more pleasing.
The train scheduled to leave at a quarter after four
reminds me that there is no rush this quiet morning.
reminds me that there are no more facts.
reminds me that everyone's thoughts shut down in the evening,
while mine just started its engine.
I fed it. I gave it coal.
and this reasoning that i should hate,
lacks all control.
and having no control,
just happens to be something I love.
© 2011 The Still Air
30.5.11
The Train
28.5.11
a creature in territory
There are moments when I am just simply
a creature
wandering aimlessly among animal territory
without proper understanding of the measure .
Countless operations
seamless excavations
curious explorations
no restorations.
the creature I am in that moment of time
wandering among animal territory
makes me realize, perhaps just for myself,
how much the animal I actually am, in theory .
© 2011 The Still Air
a creature
wandering aimlessly among animal territory
without proper understanding of the measure .
Countless operations
seamless excavations
curious explorations
no restorations.
the creature I am in that moment of time
wandering among animal territory
makes me realize, perhaps just for myself,
how much the animal I actually am, in theory .
© 2011 The Still Air
17.5.11
Wake up
Wake up, wake up,
Youre wasting somuchtime.
Theres a world to hide from
When youre less than fine.
Slow down, slow down
And make the clock count
Spend time on what you know
Because falling asleep is barely an amount.
Slow down. Youre getting older.
Wake up. Sleep is a crime.
Slow down. The hands of the clock wont do it for you.
Wake up.
Sleep is a waste of time.
© 2011 The Still Air
Youre wasting somuchtime.
Theres a world to hide from
When youre less than fine.
Slow down, slow down
And make the clock count
Spend time on what you know
Because falling asleep is barely an amount.
Slow down. Youre getting older.
Wake up. Sleep is a crime.
Slow down. The hands of the clock wont do it for you.
Wake up.
Sleep is a waste of time.
© 2011 The Still Air
14.5.11
When was the last time?
When was the last time you stopped for a moment,
forgot what time was, forgot what movement was capable of at best
and just focused on you, blocked your mind from being potent,
listened to yourself breathe, listened to the heart inside your own chest?
when was the last time you even noticed your own existence
noticed that you are a human being wandering aimlessly along this planet earth,
but noticed that you are not just a human being wandering aimlessly looking for assistance
but realized that you are something worth talking about. you are something with worth?
when was the last time you listened to your own breathing?
© 2011 The Still Air
forgot what time was, forgot what movement was capable of at best
and just focused on you, blocked your mind from being potent,
listened to yourself breathe, listened to the heart inside your own chest?
when was the last time you even noticed your own existence
noticed that you are a human being wandering aimlessly along this planet earth,
but noticed that you are not just a human being wandering aimlessly looking for assistance
but realized that you are something worth talking about. you are something with worth?
when was the last time you listened to your own breathing?
© 2011 The Still Air
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