drowsy hyper-introspection :: prev :: next :: drift in drift out myriad images the mundane the absurd the embarrassing reruns from last night's psyche-dump memories that awaken questions questions long thought asleep this chair cradles my buttocks fully one-third of my waking life my eyes flicker twinkle, glimmer just enough for all these virtual dots to make sense even so i'm unable to find the frequency of my heart mind soul whatever for all these real dots to shake together and make sense there must be an equation with about a million variables into which i plug myriad images the mundane the absurd the embarrassing then push the button press enter click-click and it all adds up... even i can pretend to have an answer or two even i can pretend that most of the time things aren't blurry pieces snap tight pages aren't ripped the ground isn't shaking i'm not made of paper-thin glass i think i must have had a lucid thought at least once in my life but i honestly can't remember what am i waiting for what am i waiting for for what am i waiting waiting 870-some characters that profit no one not even me © 2006 (9 january) john r. chase
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