the agrarian grey that woke me up like a fog
March 19, 2009
morning blackness then pinprick of awareness
pulls through walls
bones move to spark the flesh
breath breathe and air enters head
stretch of 15 days ahead
see same flat drive to sad place singing
coalblack dreams subsist against frozen plastic cans
food and teeth flourescent salmon yellow bacteria silver green
men came jobs loading wooden crates into english marches
morning driving home to sunlit bath wake for an hour
sit there among strings and cords
sit there papers up to waist
then filled word to key against boundary packed in styrofoam
seeing shapes everywhere shapes of everything everywhere repeated
seeing everywhere shapes repeating everything
pulled grey from walls to lungs to fill
deep farmer greyed tending
the crop of stillness
puddle grey metal brown from shapes flat hedge of directions
way to find a way left maps of recursion
once through this grey left smeared like an oil sheet stretching out
fingers took the floor
for feeling of the cold in the dark
seeing space expand and contract
once space will contract again and leave this place
once the space taken out will expand again
