Running In One Place

Running in one place:.

Placards:.

Was you or me:.!.

Or was it you:. Then!.

Maybe it was or maybe it wasn’t:. In the stillness of the night, you knew.
I knew and they knew. Maybe it left us and maybe you read this and knew what I meant.

Don’t read it fast or slow just read it. Just like that when you came to this page. It sounds like that and then it is. Energy is and meant to be. It speaks even you don’t know or remember the words. It’s okay because it’ll speak any way. Like Alan Vega. His words. Have feeling and feel. The band the church are electric! You definitely are not in the same everyday element. It’s like music isn’t it. It came here and gave and did it’s thing and you felt.

Feel.

You glance at page and wonder when and what did that mean. Maybe it’s skywriting in the nodal form in your brain. Connecting all necessary things to make new ideas fire. Bloody well!

Running in one place. It’s meant to inspire and not leave one hopeless on the treads with arcane vision. Instant inspiration and instant this to inspire to make all that is not here, here. The good stuff without fluff!.


I’ve seen all kinds of things:.
Sure, everyone says that:.
But it ain’t so:.

I’ll give a few and a few bicks and bucks here and maybe it’ll end up here. Then away into the world. A world of imagi that swirls around the world and in the world of my being.

A straight line forward and a new meal or ticket, may it come loose and make its self known!. The journey is itself bought by thought and dream. Dream within a dream because it can!

I left this place long ago and yet I did that just today. I, you, can say that and it’s free!.
Free invention and free thought! It’s not just fillery. You read and I know you are out there. Touch the meadows! The air up for free! Country and gold! Gold silvery and silvery meadows with a reality untouched!. Pristine!.

This was meant for this moment! Today is not like yesterday but we can still relate.?
The journey is all yours.

Silken sky deserts over plains! That fly and fly far and make themselves known with just a smile!.
It’s only a minute and a minute of calm. Or a piece of aura that lasts within you forever, like a long lost memory that is all there is.

A song so powerful it overtook you that day. It’s worth and worth having!

Pristine gold into flowing.

Pristine meadows somewhere over there. It’s a new energy you felt. Kind of like songs you heard when you first heard the Steve Kilbey and the church. Was it one song you heard then on the first listen or many?
I hold a candle to you. Let it’s flame not bicker so much, you know. Miles of you.

Something so strong, that’s a good song. Crowded as it maybe and another band as in house. I knew in this pretend meadow of today that this song is better now then when I first heard it. It happens. I always saw the video as it was popular and nothing wrong with that certainly.

I wonder if it’s more of many songs out there. I’ll bet and bet by the garden that sleeps with stars in it’s hilyden.

Wrap those ears and wrap those around for the tree tells it’s true story today. It’s young and magic-brite with all those things!.

The kind of things that own up to themselves as I know. It’s blight and blightness wonder dream! Dream around a wonder up skywonder III. Like Germany III. The planet named so.

Paintness it seems and seems with stillness. Pure motion ethic into being. Reality updated and real!.   
 
Frost.