Nathan the Wise is a good title it’s a reintroduction
Of heavy seeds attached by toggle switch to long loops leading
Out of literature and life into worldly chaos in which
We struggle two souls out of work for it’s a long way back to
The summation meanwhile we live in it ‘“gradually getting used to”
Everything and this overrides living and is superimposed on it
As when a wounded jackal is tied to the waterhole the lion does come
I write you to air these few thoughts feelings you are
Most likely driving around the city in your little car
Breathing in the exquisite air of the city and the exhaust fumes dust
and other
Which make it up only hold on awhile there will be time
For other decisions but now I want to concentrate on this
Image of you secure and projected how I imagine you
Because you are this way where are you you are in my thoughts
Something in me was damaged I don’t know how or by what
Today is suddenly broad and a whole era of uncertainties is ending
Like World War I or the twenties it keeps ending this is the
beginning
Of music afterward and refreshments all kinds of simple delicacies
That toast the heart and create a rival ambiance of cordiality
To the formal one we are keeping up in our hearts the same
What with skyscrapers and dirigibles and balloons the sky seems
pretty crowded
And a nice place to live at least I think so do you
And the songs strike up there are chorales everywhere so pretty it’s
lovely
And everywhere the truth rushes in to fill the gaps left by
Its sudden demise so that a fairly accurate record of its activity is
possible
If there were sex in friendship this would be the place to have it right
here on this floor
With bells ringing and the loud music pealing
Perhaps another day one will want to review all this
For today it looks compressed like lines packed together
In one of those pictures you reflect with a polished tube
To get the full effect and this is possible
I feel it in the lean reaches of the weather and the wind
That sweeps articulately down these drab streets
Bringing everything to a high gloss
Yet we are alone too and that’s sad isn’t it
Yet you are meant to be alone at least part of the time
You must be in order to work and yet it always seems so unnatural
As though seeing people were intrinsic to life which it just might be
And then somehow the loneliness is more real and more human
You know not just the scarecrow but the whole landscape
And the crows peacefully pecking where the harrow has passed
stormborns
snowghoul
ellievsbear
pixelskylines
baratheonpilled
titsay
germansingergirl
