ART FEELS LIKE MAGIC AGAIN
THERE’S STILL SHAME BUT WE’RE TAPPING INTO SOMETHING BIZARRE AND ITS ALCHEMIZING THE CHAOS INTO SOMETHING THAT FEELS MEANINGFUL AND REAL-LIKE STILL ABSURD BUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES THINGS MAKE SENSE
I SAY HI TO STRANGERS, I WALK WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE-ITS EASY AND FEELS TRUE-I CRY HERE AND THERE BUT ITS CATHARTIC, AND FEELING THINGS FEELS WORTH MY TIME
THROUGH ALL THE INTAKE THERES NOW ALSO OUTPUT-NOT IN A ‘COG IN THE MACHINE’ TYPE OF WAY-BUT IN A BARTERING, NEGOTIATING, PUSHING AND PULLING TYPE OF FEELING
SOMETIMES I’M WAITING FOR THE OTHER SHOE TO DROP, BUT I KNOW I’LL FEEL A SENSE OF RELIEF WHEN IT DOES BECAUSE THEN ALL I CAN DO IS MOVE UP OR OUT OR FORWARD OR THROUGH-YEAH PROBABLY THROUGH OR MAYBE A COMBINATION OF ALL OF IT-AND I KNOW I’LL LAND IN THE LITTLE CORNER WHERE MY HEAD IS CLEAR AND HYDRATED AND I TAKE BUT ALSO GIVE, AND I’M NOT SCARED OF WHAT’S COMING NEXT BECAUSE I’VE BEEN THERE BEFORE, AND NOW I FEEL A SENSE OF GENEROSITY-OR MAYBE WIDENESS-LIKE I CAN BE HERE AND THERE AND BOTH AND BETWEEN AND HOLD MANY MANY THINGS ALL TOGETHER IN ONE LUMP AND DO IT AGAIN AND
AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN AND OVER AND
OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN