I like it. I used to think like this, that all this standing and thinking was wasting time, but then I realised I was meant to be doing it, otherwise I would not be doing it! if you see what I mean?

Yes! time moves on, but at 'Our' own pace. tick tick tick, like a clock, like a heart grinding those impassible thoughts.

I really like this poem from it's first beautifully formed line all the way through its diminishing and increasing lines. Not sure about silly, Ideas come from those tissues and build into a lifetime of executions of those ideas, bringing substance to our lives, and love is the consummation that creates the first microbe to multiple and form the tissues.

Smiling at you,


tai,off to bed to dream up some more great ideas in my future.
2009-10-15