sounds of conversations
SHAKEY embraces and fingering traces

espresso painting sunrises on clouds of stargazers
hands holding invisible colours colliding with
regurgitation

i fumble through the sidewalkchalk
and cringe some.times at the sight of the feeling of the
the shadow of doubt that
runs across my eyelids
leaving heavy traces like
flourescent blue.eyeshadow

the colour is there
sometimes in the
dusty mirror

but i smile

because i understand
i
can . not

fold my hands and disembark upon the downward flight of my dreams becoming smoke
choke.ing on the parachute of my skydiving ingenuity
just to be


...'safe'...


knowing it only
makes me crumble and fade

still sometimes i feel stillframed in the quicksand of

...'next step...'...

squirming

in the desert sand of a classroom turning pages of history learning
more lessons than the lessons being taught

less
on
the shelf
of some day

here in the paradigm
that glitters like rainbows
tears like raindrops
melts like beeswax
warms like your smiles
dries like my tongue sometimes
in the back of my sighs
rise ... es

into all that is yet to come

and all that has begun
to be . come

i forget sometimes

the miles
the sand grains
the work and the struggle the joy and twist of pain

i've walked into
the ocean of me
and come back through
gasping . grasping

i can't see


and then i
breathe


and i am here
in the candle flame
in the courner of the room of thoughts and implications
gestures and ventures
stories and boring conformity
tumbling through
the labyrinthian artistry

of .'life.' on this earth


holding the hands

of tyranny and ease,
of simplicity and roadmaps

all the fingertips that have tripped


and unraveled


stringing together some melodic harmony


even when

it seems muted


i taste a smile and i am


moved




SHAKEY...


yet moved


moving





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