09/03/2008

She closed the door with a piano key; stole all of the stillness of that eternal note and left me to conduct my own. Because these are the sounds the Singularity wanted us to hear. So, I am sunken into the concrete with the way life’s music pours. No more longing for the fog and mirrors, I am now the morning river that casts no reflection. And so it is time I arise and grab these chords by the tail. They seem to have always been running, but it was only me. But now the rock has grown fluid and the ripples have lied down. And for once, I will conduct my own way.