Statements

This world is only flat as I could wish for it to be. All wishes come from hungry hearts as mine. Curves I visit bring a noise of motion. Unexpected joy and wonder found in every moment leave me breathless in returning to my mirrored soul. My flatness and my curve alike a twinkling others see. Radiant eyes that recognize no color of their own. Sound in every moment’s whisper draws me to it in a naval roar. I marvel at the people passing pointing to a cow. Exchange their wonder for an empire state somehow. Trading faceless cards from bubblegum for unknown toys. Girls and boys of flattered pasts retain their souvenir retainers, voiceless comments written on their treasured casts. We have each others back my friends and I. Less traveled is our path and all our roads. No center for this circle always monkey in the middle. Forever our trick always the tick .. of a bomb that never explodes.