waking//day dream//or I MAY JUST CEASE TO EXIST:
i am in a white box, a white box, spic and span, nothing, no one, no things, no ones, no windows, no doors, no sounds, no sights, emptied, bare, emptied, pristine as the sun itself, i am holding in my mind this: that i can be, do, make, create, become any thing or any one, when i am in this room. as original as i wish, as dreamlike as i can, as beyond truthful as there ever was a truth. i am not scared. my mind is calm, still, quiet, resolved, unhindered by wailing of my soul, my soul itself is still and gentle. i decide to dance. i decide to dance naked like david since i'm in an empty white box with no windows and no doors and no destinations or goals. when i tire of that, i conjure up a dress, a magic dress that i put on. i spin and as i spin, it lifts me up in the air of the white box, like a top dropped from the sky from small child fingers, only i am a top hewn out, thrown out from the floor so as to touch the sky. i keep spinning, i keep spinning, i am going so much faster than i've ever been, not in ?anyone's car, not on my bicycle, not in a pair of rollerblades, running shoes, or ?rabbit feet... i cease to exist. i cease to exist. I CEASE TO EXIST
faith mingus makes things; from scratch, from memory, from dreams, anything really. no big deal, just being// seahighseaside@gmail.com flickr.com/pencilmeinpenelope
Check out Faith's chapbook SHEsureHAD on our Book Shelf!
i am in a white box, a white box, spic and span, nothing, no one, no things, no ones, no windows, no doors, no sounds, no sights, emptied, bare, emptied, pristine as the sun itself, i am holding in my mind this: that i can be, do, make, create, become any thing or any one, when i am in this room. as original as i wish, as dreamlike as i can, as beyond truthful as there ever was a truth. i am not scared. my mind is calm, still, quiet, resolved, unhindered by wailing of my soul, my soul itself is still and gentle. i decide to dance. i decide to dance naked like david since i'm in an empty white box with no windows and no doors and no destinations or goals. when i tire of that, i conjure up a dress, a magic dress that i put on. i spin and as i spin, it lifts me up in the air of the white box, like a top dropped from the sky from small child fingers, only i am a top hewn out, thrown out from the floor so as to touch the sky. i keep spinning, i keep spinning, i am going so much faster than i've ever been, not in ?anyone's car, not on my bicycle, not in a pair of rollerblades, running shoes, or ?rabbit feet... i cease to exist. i cease to exist. I CEASE TO EXIST
faith mingus makes things; from scratch, from memory, from dreams, anything really. no big deal, just being// seahighseaside@gmail.com flickr.com/pencilmeinpenelope
Check out Faith's chapbook SHEsureHAD on our Book Shelf!