Lost In the Mind

Saddened by the loss of a performer, lost in the mind of god somewhere...perhaps no where although heard it before they still can hear everything...absolutely bloody everything changes it all don’t it...would you say what you say if you were always being heard by some one or something? Don’t think so...spewing and sputtering the good stuff of human delight sort of like peanut butter sticking softly to a dog’s tongue...dripping onto the table top of distinction. Repeatedly doing the same thing sends no message calling forth a goading of awareness is messy sometimes rough...stimulated by songs meaningful oft times through association with something other than now...can never be again although it exists in another now...just as each feels like the only...is it?? never the ending of it all...