it is 10:10 Am pupils constrict the night before it can begin again,
i am inside a dark ocean.
i am a wake.

evaporate
condense
fall down the side of a glass
evaporate
condense
fall down the side of a glass

words, brazen, strike with tenuous partiality, breaking soldiered bond between routine and monotony.

it is about the circular spectacles i have discovered, I remarked on the fondest of occasions, breaking out of the spider webs that always drape the corners.

gray men, gray women walk in lines to their compartmentalized lives, filing out of yellow taxi cabs, yellow like the sun spots on a starling--the irony is the same.

gray clouds obfuscate eidetic minds, the beautiful confusion of a droning kick drum and a diverging imagination.

invent, invent, invent, skyscrapers, tarmac, leather bound briefcases, highly mechanicalized clockwork, 1000000 dollar shirts shoes and cuff links, motor vehicles, microprocessed people.

evaporate
condense
fall down the side of a glass

evaporate
condense
fall down the side of a glass

spiraling forwards. living permutations of memory. timequake, like vonnegut says. i have been here before. i am here. i have been to tomorrow two years ago. it is not the love song of Alfred J. Prufrock. euphemistic metaphors. if life is measured in coffee cups. i have lost count of how many. tautology. verbiage. wrest myself from my hands. turn failure into a picture. run. walk. crawl. inanimate laughter.

evaporate
condence
fall down the side of a glass

10:35 Am