4175. NO TIME LIKE NOW

NO TIME LIKE NOW

(so few stars in the nighttime sky)

There they come again, those crazy spit-shine feelings;

passion and madness on the horizon of sand. Running

down, over some strange end, as if a desert supple of all

Life and Time were unending. The orange cat slinks over

the car  -  some shitty old Ford not worth a damn. It

should have been named the 'Ford Feline' - forget

Fairlane. How funny we get over names. The cat

knows what the mice doesn't, I suppose. Why?

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Here there is shadow and light. Do you think, as

well, there is a darkness  -  between things, between

people. When I was young, in the long slope of my

backyard, high above above were ten thousand

stars. Now, if there are fifty I'm bragging.

It's all gone and the odd thing is, as the

 light's taken over the darkness is worse.

There are so few stars in the

nighttime sky.

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Send me the papers and the pleasure, the meaning and

the new markings. Let me learn a language I cannot

recognize  -  I'll see you, a'fire and blazing, on

the next horizon I find. I'll be looking.

There are so few stars in the

nighttime sky.