it is a series of events
unfolding growing and shrinking. in the invisible times we sleep. we
make linear webbing a sort of netting to hold it safe and away. all
done with our minds. collectively we agree on the conclusions the
outcomes common to us. in whatever size conclave we can gather and
hold near. it's a show while we survive another night. we put it off
on each other then we take it on and then put it off again. we share
the burden of survival. we put our hands over the silver flames and
cast starving glances. to see maybe. lost in a moment of honest
daring. tired of coming out on the losing end. maybe this time
they'll stay longer. maybe they won't smother. under the invisible
weight of need together we gather. let's meet again tonight. in the
air over Woodstock, NY on August 18th, 1969. catch some of that smoke
hug some of that fire with our lungs. down below us a dead man plays.
everyone present caught up in the show. but the past is just a place
we visit. we've got nowhere else to go if we start counting the
losses. we could lose everything all at once. all the things none of
us can imagine anymore or remember. less than memory once ruled over
us. rules that simply dissipate like balsa wafers over fire. just one
night in a long spinning cycle. tiny human animals. one after another
during each other over and under. against the passive dismissal of
night.
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