Shadow Puppets

Friday, Feb. 28, 2003 ~ 8:26 AM

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Shadow puppets.
The sun and the trees are playing at making shapes behind my closed eyes.
And in this one instant on the one stretch in the highway, the bus is travelling so fast that I am weightless. And behind my eyes there are the most beautiful pictures.

I feel like I am flickering this morning. On and more on. On and more on. And the bus is moving so quickly that I cannot feel myself as mass without first feeling myself as energy. And I press my face into the morning. Into the figures flashing behind my closed eyes.

And I smile.

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