October 27, 2003

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                    snap taken and sent me by a friend who lives in Iceland

  
  

   

  
  

  Dreamland

  
  

   

  
  

  id forgotten what natural water sounds like. what nature feels like. smells like the fragrance of green and moss and old and moist. the parade of water marching… through rocks and trees and green fern leaves. the sweat of still air surrounded by little worlds evolution. even the footsteps on the boardwalk seem stuck; unmoving. stationary in this place. this tiny system of life happening on its own. functioning without everyone else. functioning within itself. it listens to no one, it listens to everyone. it hears nothing, it hears everything. silence of water falling. the quietness of rocks being eaten away. solid loosing to liquid. i can smell the soap in my skin. i dont fit in here. i dont belong. i just wish that i could. to exist in this place, in this space. to be from within and not so obviously out. he belongs to dreamland. i belong to where many dream of belonging to. i and just want to belong to him.and to his dreams.then my dreamland would be real anywhere hed be.
  
  i dont have the vocabulary to do this place justice. just scratching at the surface with dull nails.
  
  it smells clear here. like scent does not exist. nothing could smell this open, this real, this alive. it is the scent of life, uninterrupted?
  
  i got lost in it until i heard clapping and so the fence that keeps us out. this world chooses itself.    

  
  

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  white whisper
  
  smoke dances
  then stands still
  waiting
  
  they have partners
  and moments
  and silent
  music
  
  an exchange.
  hanging response.
  movement.
  
  all balancing
  among air
  and
  gravity

  
  

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  • 9:15 pm
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