20 Past 7 (A Musing From 2011)
Journal Entry - 2011 Time becomes blended, passed. days, weeks, all grown too fast. Missing the way the sun, sings you out of slumber at 20 past 7. José days and Fountains of Blue hues, keep me from for too long. Hiding in late nights and circus castles, A moment, a pause, a clinging, a claw. Yet An undercurrent, an amnesia of I can't sit still Keep moving Keep growing In the midst of being at 20 past 7 the sun is setting. Third floor amphetamine chatter, Massive intake, divinity inhale - Slam on the synthetic keys, do you feel it? Keep the energy high, high, high, high. 5 hours made short. Exhaustive floods of life is too long - life is too short. Tantalized by company, intrigued by their bed A soft light is now glowing. Downstairs has died down long ago. 2 men left-standi...
