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Friday, February 06, 2004

 
So Long to All of That 

A comprehensive statement is needed.
A comprehensive statement shall be made.

Whither, flourish, it's all about the guessing.

In the first stages of miscorrelation there is water earth
    air fire.

How about the time, unbeknownst to you, that you
  were followed?
You had not an inkling, not a tingle.
Second sense?
Not when the first is still swimming 'neath the surface.
A long smooth stalking.
Luxury.

Jimbo bangs his head,
    bangs the door,
    gone before you see the blood spot.
Must be the wind.
Good sport Jimbo, and he did make for good sport.
You were there and you should know.

No statement comprehensive enough for stealth purposes,
   and stealth purposes are all that matter
   after you take earth out of the equation,
   after you drain the water out,
   after you double the air and half the fire.

James (as he prefers to be called) takes a long drag off a
    short life and holds it indefinitely.
Lighter than air, even given the mass quantities of air that
   seem to be accumulating without anyone's notice. Anyone who counts at least.
Jimbo/James doesn't count,
And doesn't feel that you should feel that you do either.

Aristotle - what a clown - Archimedes slapped him down.

Jimbo,
On the first guess of his first waking in the night,
Guesses right on target.

And it was a guess
   not an intuition
   not a foreshadowing
   not a second sense
   just a guess
   and not even a lucky one at that.
Too bad for the bagman.

Here it comes now,
   the return of the earth
   the flooding of the water
   the doubling of the fire
   the slow dwindling of the air.
Hit the light hard, it roughed him up.
Left a bright spot on the quiet thoughts of a dozen
   no-bodies who thought that they were watching.

Comprehensive? So long to all of that....


11:56:40 AM    on the other hand  []



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