Isnt our world like these histories
hidden in plain veiw?
All around the records,
the worlds the towns
its always up to tomorrow
to matter the more.
And the patina clings,
the past in silence calls,
and tomorrows one to the next
play out like songs,
the favorites, the treasures.
Take your measures of human in consequence
add yourself
to the collective scales
weigh in.
I should say i havent
idea all im saying.
These articulated incidentals
navigated in prevericated gestulations absent minded, uncommanded.
Simply seemed to land...