you have to learn
You have to learn how to play the keyboard like an eagle to a worm. You have to dance on the beam that prefers one tame horse to a wild herd. The bridge and the true path to answer it. The eagle flies through a cloudless sky, the Sun half obscured by mountains. The numbers that build the machine are being constructed. So much time, and so little patience. In this world you're a protostructure that might not be built to withstand the onslaught.
In all the keys, in all the naming of the names, the growing of the vines. Don't ever ask what record is playing, even though it's jazz and you live inside it. Inside your little world inside the drum you are an eagle soaring in a cloudless sky. You believe it is your movement that makes the world pass you by. With the frosting on the cake, and the spoons in the sink, you're ready to go full steam ahead, and yet you've barely just begun.
The era of the seahorses, and the eventual place they'll take among the creatures of the sea. It's up to you to take what you need. You will be accused, but accusers are nothing. The last accuser will be a worm fighting an eagle.
The perplexities of the mind cage. The magnitude of spiritual unevenness. The dryness of the life bed. The power of absolute calm. What you think is fun is real. What you cram into the sockets of the pockets of the souls. When the madness reels and the sanity rolls.
What we all want is the graphic interpretation of nothing, as a sentiment of non-existent proportions must be magnified infinite times to create a place as predictable as this.
No one will tell you to go inside when it rains. The development of skill can only be won with the focus of the focuser. Because when it rains, we're all in the rain.
No suggestions will be taken. While the train is in motion, yes. While the train is stopped, yes. But not while the train is being built. Not then.
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2004 - 2008