poefusion, friday five: multiplication, necessity, exactitude, blister, quest
photo: carballoon1, Radbot., flickr
this place always reminds me of a blister…you know the bubble and then the hot liquid gushes over thinly veiling the inescapable sting…a billowing hillocky quest of unlimited proportions. a relentless, inevitable necessity peeling of one’s fleece softened by kindness or rough to the touch unable to spin…where is the flimsy line of exactitude that spells a greek formula few find necessary…the bypassed no fly zone of cerebral simpleheartedness… and then a breath, a child-like grace written in between a cacuminal sigh…how absurd the seamless struggle gliding weightless.. enough thoughts to fill a vaccuum of repeating multiplication signaling a cup running over onto a dry silent desert sweeping a new broom of delight.