"Unconscious Mutterings #189 On 9/23/06"
- Running :: across the fields of equinox,
- Alternative :: axes strike down the forests of mercy.
- Cope :: with it. Take off the label.
- Lots :: of compassion in the second person -- be that
- Sympathetic :: face, that perfect taking flight. A
- Barn :: beside the bay, some hay of high living --
- Totally ::. Freed. The foot from the sock, the
- Baby :: from the present tense. Our
- Undeniable :: fashion, the skin of the past, silken.
- Watermelon :: skies beckon over the sea. Over it, see?
* Seduce your own self -- take the long way around. Go it subconsciously. Then wake up someplace Subliminal, a Luna Niña.