New Song July 11, 2024

L’ Etat, c’est moi”I am the state” Louis XIV

or the state is me. 1643-1715

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Choices are difficult these days when one thinks about where we are and who we are 

What does this mean

did you ask me or not

The world is spinning

the sun rises

the cock crows

the sun sets

we sleep 

we dream

we wake from slumber to face

the day we have just left

to begin again

we change

we think we change

yes some things remain the same

red lines crossed

bombs burst in the air

Keys bridge collapses

Gaza on fire

Aaron Bushnell smolders still

revenge is for breakfast

Bin Laden dead buried in the deep blue sea

Dark state — light state— my state —your state

all ways and means

and sharp edges

steep inclines

sharp axes

wisdom opens doors

lies break windows

in the meantime

we are where we are

kind of like waiting for the bus

will it come or won’t it come

speculation a spool of raveled thread

a mouse the cats toy

a cycle a circle

a ditch

where am I 

you ask

in the trench

with a shovel digging digging

thinking of Septimus and Clarrisa

while reading about the french revolution

would this end well 

you ask?

I know before I begin where

this is going

that’s the fun of this art

we know what we know

but we need to know how knowing works.

It’s like the mystery of Tapioca pudding

or meringue or angel food cake

it doesn’t just happen without 

a recipe and knowledge

there are wonders in the world

some are large and some are

small 

all are equal

like bobby pins and snaps

and zippers and buttons

did you ask how I like my eggs cooked?

sunny side up or scrambled?

does it matter 

you ask

coffee with milk or sugar

all meaningful as we travel the globe

it spins

we spin

women dance 

cats jump 

stories unfold

accordions sing

conclusions don’t come so easy

flaws abound 

the day goes forward

with or without me.