walkin barefoot in cold sand...toward edges. water flows and shines the million ripples reflecting gold. i stop my pace, sit next to a ravaged tree. some kind of apparition last night i must have been a ghost again haunting establishments, talking to wired ladies.
my body feels shifts coming up.. groin through my chest. as if being impalled by emotion. there is no sobbing just a release, some running thoughts and this piercing pain. a small crab comes out to clean and dance in front of its sandy home.
the Show.
the performance I was to notice: The strange straight girl eating me with her eyes said "look at his body language: he knows you are right here." I took a breathe...smiled at her...and listened back to conversations with 70s rock..in ruddy booths. im so far out: "look at their body language figuire out what they are saying." i think to myself. im like a tree so old..and so nonhuman...ive experienced all of this and so viscerally...but being a tree...rooted thick in the ground...feeling connected and fed. im so much of this world its hard to recognize me.
my eyes loom large and colored green, my body broad sewn tall & strong... i move deliberately...touch things with every thing I am. I do not resist the motions that send me toward knowing.
now im back again on the beach...the sun is setting and I walk away from the days end. the sound of the constant sea...its rhythm grounds me to earth. i feel the sand small and supporting me..beaten by a thousand years of ocean to fine grain...im exactly where i should be.
-Coal
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