6 Jan 2011

watching snow fall in the city i think about the soldiers that fought in world war two dying every day. i think about the homeless and where they might find warmth. i think about death, slowly with calculation. i think about greed, insulated excess. about subliminal messages. a wave of soaking paranoia. anxious. fear. unnecessary. i think jazz piano fingers speak with dynamic voice of god. jack kerouac was right to believe what he saw. i think these stories are all true. i think about listening closely. can you hear it? raging silent. silence. science. vibrant. smiling.