A second plane flies low over the watcher of squirrels and dogs swimming.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Turn your back to me. Not to create distance but to broaden our view. Together we can see everything. Turn your back to me and see what I cannot see. I will see what you cannot see and I will tell you what you are missing. You will tell me what I am missing. Together we will not miss a thing. The crack in the cup. The creeping observers. The snake in the sand. The tiny bullet.
And yet here we are. Always looking for the next and most powerful plasticizer. We are going headlong with a purpose like a train full of lithium. I don't want to lose you but I'll do it if I have to.