alleluia boy, bridges and unfolding cranes

we are back. here again, and invincible again, and the words just never come fast enough.

it occurred to her, it occurs to me, that everything is beautiful. talks of god and mind and body and how there's no such thing as a line between them. there's no such thing as lines. i want to read big books and think big thoughts, i want to think things bigger than thoughts. fill me up, breathe me in, lift up inside me until i expand and float away like a hot air balloon. smoke me out, fill me up with apple and lemon juice until i'm too big to fit on the ground anymore. there's not enough earth to hold all of me. never enough sea to sail.

and i look out the secondfloor window, there's a boy on the street. i love that boy, i wonder what his name is. i wonder how we all manage to be human at once. full of pretty toxins, we all are. sunrise prayers and walking contradictions. big thoughts, too big to be called anything but god, like watching a paper crane unfold itself and seeing the creases.

nostalgia for nostalgia, broken things that are happiest that way. burnt bridges only make it that more important that i swim across to see you. it's hot out, i could go for a swim.

live me love me leave me breathe me afraid is nothing we are atoms. and the tiny space between them, whirling around like wind without a voice. whispers of old things.

alleluia boy, a symphony of feeling. never, ever leave me, little song.