chas addams and three hundred sixty degrees all around round space will anyone notice there is a storm coming but as the pressure drops and the air changes we merrimac and me danced and twirled on a carpet of grey brown and gold hackberry leaves the wind of betsy ‘65 the cool clean air that comes on the forward edge of disaster dancing on the edge of disaster childlike we all are gold and grey aging kings and queens standing on our mad legs spinning in our insane sense of our selves laughter and disaster dancing today i stood in the sun for fun at the leading edge of another storm i saw the blue sky and i felt the fresh wind begin in rhythm pulse and prepubescent mystery connecting with time and space in a place long behind me on the same feet that once entertained merrimac back then and not now dancing on the edge of disaster twirling faster with laughter louder and more quiet laughter in my soul instead of my lips shih-te and hanshan looking out upon the yellow sea high upon the clouds above cold mountain waving to one another one in life the other in death which is which? we are all called to dance upon the edge of disaster yet only me chas addams and the three hundred and sixty degrees of all around round space care to shed a tear as the pressure drops and the rain begins God how i love the clean air at the end of the storm and fall among the hackberry leaves that crackle beneath the feet of spinning children.
Posted on: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 15:04:04 +0000
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