..."to find a place to be, construct a bridge to there."




winter melts into spring melts into summer melts into autumn then again.
bridges of karma span great gaps of time then spill you out into the end of your life.
so where did it all go?  where did it all  go?  trees sprout and blossom, flower and then
they all die and fall away.  mice venture into the darkness then skitter  away in  fear.  so why
did they come so near?  why did they come so near?

drink the nectar, sip the sweat, swallow the tears, lap the blood.  you're revitalyzed,
you're ready again.  so give it to me.  i feel i can win.  erase the slate, set my jaw, and
stir the grimmer determination.  stir the feeling in the cauldron.   blink again.

breakfast slides into lunch slides into supper slides into a midnight snack.  i must keep going.
haven't given up  yet, haven't sold the coin to run.  still here struggling on and on.  and i
know what you're thinking, the question has crossed my mind time aplenty.   why?


but i guess it doesn't matter


what a pretty gown.  what a dirty frown.  what do you  want?  beg like a dog.
maybe i'll find my weakening mercy.  god bless.

dawn grins at midday and midday asks night to dance.  the moon is cruelly picking on the sun
and the sun is hot with anger.  lovely girl, pray to the inferno,  further away,  just
before you sleep and dream of cotton candy and blue pigs.   time sings.


collect yourself, we move again.


but i guess it doesn't matter


oh, look there, atrocity paints a dirty scene.  stop to gawk at he who leapt from our
progressive bridge.  unheard of!    forbid.


collect yourself, we move again.


consciousness still wrapped in a childish fight with slumber.  a thoughtful tension, your livid
energy.   something like god used to be.   then it all spoiled, the miracles went bad,
and we're trapped here in the violent and miserable aftermath.    how's that for irony?


but i guess it doesn't matter.


step up to me, my darling, let me touch your face.  let me button up your dress for
you so you don't look like a whore.  be nice to me and we'll give you a nice
shiny reward.   and dream of blue pigs and gray skies.    slush.


collect yourself, we're here.


now why didn't i feel it go by?  are the increments too small?  i guess it
doesn't matter because its too late.




you're gone.








~~ =-.-> gREY mOUSER <-.-= ~~