Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Change
A complete change of weather by a band of Yellow blowing through like a rain curtain made of frosted glass, blowing through an open weather door, letting in chilly air angering warm-blooded artists painting masterpiece after masterpiece.  Disrupted papers flap their pages like an unrefined 'hello!'  Distant mountains mellowed by frost, ruined by a lying barista for at least ten seconds until the next round of coffee is served.   Boisterous name calling tempered by nervous new acquaintances: powered by the wind, propelled by the mind.  Uniformly underutilized study-time; an active participation in the realm of Self-Help and the realization of the non-existence of the Dalai Lama.  The clock continues to spin slowly out of control, counting numbers up to twelve until time is reset and I am wrong again.  Saffron.  Indiscriminate conversation: the giving and the taking in word-to-word combat.   Listening then speaking until the hands spin and the time resets too many times to remember.
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