Moses is dead

...

It smelled like clouds when I woke up. My window open since yesterday, and the night was gentle and the night was soft. The storm brewed quietly this morning and I walked to the pond unraveling the tangles in my brain and I heard a shot so close so loud and deafening it stopped me mid heartbeat.

Go away. Just go.

I haven't heard any since then. The hunters went home early perhaps because of the sky. 66 degrees today seems so false and beautiful. It was not raining yet when I was out. I was talking to God in the woods. Then it stormed when I was safely indoors, a troubled storm that drove hard in fits and slowed suddenly to sweetness, on and off alternating back and forth. The weather is in love, I thought. And when it had made its mind to be steady a while, I walked in the field catching raindrops in my hands.

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Be strong and courageous

In the morning

It was so cold that for a while the sunshine froze in mid air.

In the morning II

Flash waits for somebody to come out and play.

5 days on holiday

Saw screech sisters clamor
washer thrum

mower drone

Bach.

it's felt like Saturday all week

Warning

Beholder's eye

Middle G clicks, the soft pedal creaks and no one else's piano is as Grand as mine.

Tonight I am

Tonight I am the only one here like me, and I'm slightly schizophrenic and a hundred me's and me's make me a bit more lonesome than I should be.
I asked Mum would she mind very much if I didn't grow up. She said I must grow up but I don't have to do anything I don't want to do. That seemed to contradict.

In the beginning

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Not every word has a colour but many do and November is rich pumpkin. Frost is cold light blue with no capital b. I left at 9:00 this morning to go see Mr. Brown who was really not brown at all but rather pale, and I took a locator test - that insultment to any mind past 3rd grade, and I filled a form and I mmmhmmed over some books and that was that, and now starting Tuesday evening I may go by my GED tutor title and the "former" designations "shall pass away". Met up with The Weatherman and Weatherman's friend for lunch and talking neither of which I did much of. I will never understand brothers and most boys and their enchantment with motors encased in metal and loud exploding revving things, never. Or the imbecilic music. At least that is what they call it. Music, I mean. The imbecilic part was mine.

Dropped some things at Goodwill today too. The boys working the drop-off were not the usual boys that work the drop-off, the I-would-rather-be-out-committing-ruthless-homicides boys. These boy were having a loud friendly jabbing argument the kind you can tell they have every day. THE WORLD IS ONLY TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OLD, said the one with hair in his eyes who looked about seventeen but could have been twenty-five since I couldn't see enough of his face to tell. The other boy laughed at him and said he was an idiot. And the older smaller black man answered me No, we don't get any work done around here because basically this is what we do all day and he fairly twinkled like that was all right and it must have been, because if the world really was created twenty-five years ago then he was around to see it and certainly knew what he was talking about.

good morning

it's 28 degrees.

some things:

1 there are sixty more days until a new year
2 I have been climbing trees and fences
3 myrrh is an incredible word
4 so is Klangfarbenmelodie