Sunday, April 16, 2006
Eyes and Ears
Will someone please be my eyes and ears? I am blind and deaf, I can sense only with the burning swirly tips of finger. I hardly know a thing anymore. There are tornadoes of synaptic motion outside my window, mixed in with the sunlight. I can't believe how much time has passed. I am meditating on the doodle of cheez and how it curls like a smile.