02/24/04
im a blind man with visible eyes
time takes me a while to see
through the thinking, deliberating,
and conclusions
what the turtle knew instinctfully.
im finding my song slowly more often
surprising soul notes sounding under each New key
remembering me inline, into visual the rhythm
faltering blind hands finding life's rhymes.
tuning my sense towards recognized tones
recalling referenced visions of callers unnoticed
before
shouting in tounges, just messages for the future
to catch with a deja vu mit
what not pay attention to for, but now.
the turtle, the future, now.
someone has played these keys before me.
feeling my fingers ripple in a reserving tone.
to try, try again .. to succeed, and again
.. and again
until the end, until the end
or at least until 2 a.m.
lay steadfast, silencing your pizzacato, my trembling hands
argumentative bee stings versing my questions to have been
this fear is time well spent, intimately close, in forbidden soul
for what i've guessed correctly to have known.
like a submerged diver's eyes
washing the sunrise at ocean level
rocking peacfully to sleep in ocean water waves ..
or swim to desire.
-huey
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