Initiative Redaction

Taken in from the top, everything else looks down and out, but the best way to get here from there is to wait until you catch up with yourself and see who arrives first. Tie goes to the rumor. I surround my ambitions with a yawn and prepare for the next available moment after this current one winds up its down time, pantemporal travel notwithstanding in the rain of my every day dreams for a better tomorrow in spite of yesterday’s misfunctions. The crowding hours keep my hesitation to broach anything more radical than a mid-morning snack, but I bite off the substance of freedom, chew over the implications of lateral intent, ruminate on a better way of strife, swallow my pride, digest what comes to my attention and generally get a belly full of short-changed inspiration just in time for lunch. Close call. Slow day at the okay corral. Round up your posse and ride like the dust that blows through the sweep of your mountain stone mind, like a rock. Here come the good guys and there goes the neighborhood out the back door, down the alley, into the streets of lost and found angels looking for a way to share a smile. All emotion is primal, all opinion is biased.


Writing as fast as you read, the images and words that flow from the fingertips of my every active mind to the walls of your never changing mend (substitutions abound) of the way you would like to see what it is that holds your breath between each and every distraction, come around and eventually trade sense for substance. I offer relief in the form of a cloud, you hold clouds in the arms of your clear blank eye, and between the motion found therein, the weather makes out just find in the loss of something else to lose. All reality is conditional, all perception is subjective.


One thing follows another until there is a whole series of confusion that only makes signs to point and ponder the way back to where you are going in any situational aspect of being lost without realizing it. Here you go there in the sunshine of the clear blue night, holding without touching and feeling without believing. All awareness is current, all actions change your future reality, ad infinitum.


Written by Michael Steven Platt 5-02-09