We wake up and create beautiful things. We wake up and some days we make terrible mistakes and break some precious part of the world. We wake up and are just a part of it. We wake up and we need to change it.
Within the commercial world, among the edges cutting into our flesh and the cacophony dulling our senses, are people doing their damnedest to live a meaningful life.
ATMs and automobiles. Grocery checkout and queuing in line. What ghosts we can make out in the made world!
Cardio. An exotic cypher.
Cardio’s hands have been upon several distinctive moments in history, moments significant but nearly invisible to you. He does math fluently, human hearts are a second language that he stutters through.
You, who can not wear yourselves out by persisting to successes.
Reginald. Powered up and in motion.
Potential and kinetic energy; apt to break into, out of, and upon American boundaries. Reginald can hear the harmonies in our discordant heartbeats, but that does not give him the peace to sit still.
For what is done, not to be done again. May the judgement not be too heavy upon us.
Cherry. Sensation and gravity.
Present, solid, visible. Cherry is at the heart of the conversation. She sustains the battering from being the compass for the hearts of Reginald and Cardio.
No ideas but in things.
Mary. The dark musics.
Vision poured into words and bolted into songs and ridden into the future. Into whatever comes out of the fire still solid.
So you have swept me back, I who could have walked with the live souls above the earth.
