Lost in the shapes

Everything has a surface pretty much. Does the wind have a surface, too ?


How do you seperate the wind from the water. How they move apart or how

they move together - or how different do they appear - in the day or in the night.

Does the one move quickly or too slow. Is it just the sight of it - two thing separate -

different, but identical. It must be how they moved in time. Could time in fact

be trusted with their identity?

So look in the BIG - crystal ball. Is there one single answer or is it just round

and shiny and looks good. So tell me then - my friend - what looks bad? You have

to move it out and then in and the water combines then with the wind and produces

steam.... or did it just seem that way on the surfaces. Do you think it had control on

time ???? Just wait a minute - which way did that go.

Everything has a surface more or less... Some surfaces are shiny and some

are flat. Some surfaces are slippery - all the time... Some are wet - and that's

how we thanked the stars.... The words that seem to slip of from where they

were going until - what was it that they could find...

The wind - brushing the trees.... The water passing through the earth into the

trees - and the stars then shine down between the leaves and what do the leaves

then feel about the surface of time, the stars, the wind, or the water.

The wind was twisting and turning - oh gosh - as the water went splashing

by - splashing into --- Is it the invisiblity - the ambiquity - the uncertainly -

the feeling of being lost - or in the shadows - being blamed in some uncertain

or thoughtless way - or just the fear - just the hunger - just the sadness - just

the wickedness - just the meanness - just the madness. Was time ? Is it a

circle - being lost for - being lost with - searching and finding - and know

certainty - knowing pleasure - knowing something .... the anonynous -


Some time - much latter or much before the anonymous caller had

met her at a party. It was all very - enormously wonderful. It was the

attachment to the color of the sky so easy to forget and the wonderfulness

of the moment - because there was no fear of losing it. Losing it or finding

it -- everybody then was looking. Never quite sure - you know somebody.

Was it just that smell ???