3453. THE MOON AS A FIGMENT OF OUR MINDS

THE MOON AS A

FIGMENT OF OUR MINDS

And all things else. Abstract finaglement.

Errant mind-matter. Swatch the sourcebook.

Seething. I wouldn't ever look away : all those

cheerless people, up again and ready. While,

over at Mike's Garage, the wrenches are laid

out for their sockets : 1/4, 1/2, 3/4, et al.

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The moon, moo-moo-moon, looks over the

horizon at the salty sea-level land. I watch

it grow and glow; a certain variant, an orange

glow, and then a move to palest white. At the

deep end of night, even then, it seems a

few dark birds still sing moon praises.

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I am alone at midnight, and alone in

this crowd. A ferry-load of people, a

wet-stain grease pool of fools : all the

ones with stories talk, all the ones

without just sit and listen.