Here..now

A word flashes accross , the screen and it means something. To me it means death. To me everything means death. I think life is lived so that one day you can exhale, blink and leave your body. We leave. We are left. Its not frightening.. not something you shouldn't tell your children about. Children know death much closer than you do. Remember , they just died..you may have forgotten..but they visit death often , like a well kept secret. And they come back. And they are not afraid. Its all very well to see color or watch films. To read newspapers and turn pages. Pens,words, guns,tea cups, boxes, books and ink. All put together they are a consciously constructed tool for contemporary existence. In other words "garbage dump". Such fun! sardonic acidic sayings are.They finish before they start and can be covered with cowdung on satin bed sheets. Never try to understand. Never...unless you are willing to give sanity a second chance. Danger and discipline, like pleasure and pity- the same.The same apple in the same seed in the same apple. You inside me two years ago, inside you two years ago.