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1/30/01-Suspended bellies butt balanced in lieu of tails trickle down loose goose hymn as well as another angst fist of sediment microscopic life yellow river silt fossil full flocks of feathered fliers third millennium dinosaurs fruit flies emergent phenomena tempus fugit too bright mica flecks ancient cannon ball mineralized teeth and jaws betoken forgotten battles future perfect past reflections present moment lechugillan stillness crystalline reality honeycombed cave of all-at-one time...
1/27/01-It won't work out he said you're just going on your short journey at the army fort the tall ancient black company mule team driver with callused large hands and a smile like sunrise beamed at me after I'd told him I was going to set off north aways what do you know about it I asked him alarmed that he seemed not at all surprised by my news oh sometimes I sees things like in a dream he said and I sees you headin off north lookin for someone or somethin you're not real sure what and you have a few adventures that don't rightly come to nothin but then you come on back here where you belong you don't know nothin I said crestfallen afraid he was right you jest made that up cause you wish you was going with me and then we'd see I said oh I reckon he said agreein to save an argument and lookin away well he said finally if you're bound to go and I guess you are then you take care you too I said and shook his hand like the Germans do I loaded up and headed outa there slowly putting Georgia behind me for good I thought for good but I was wrong I wished later I'd listened to him then maybe then maybe anyway it turned out to be just my short journey after all but when I come back he was already in his grave some men had come by one night to take his mules and he was waitin wouldn't let em go without a fight he kilt two of em and left another screaming all the way to the hangin but they stove him in good too the mules were saved though the colonel give him a regular soldier's send off...
1/16/01-The perfect diver enters and leaves the stream without a sound terror is just intense excitement to extreme danger wed our lives quiver like iron filings dancing to magnetic fields of force though some would lead all are lead seven deadly sinners armed and considered better bled between waking and sleeping access the unbounded nexus netherworld joint pains with dull or brilliant ache powerful portrayal energies wound tight poised snake for animals highways are like rivers in flood however great the risk they must at times be crossed creatures having chosen their moment with great alertness and caution and all unknowing of the random seeming rules and rhythms that govern human being leap forth and advance too late seeing the monster machine hurtling toward them blurred peripheral image uncertain fate living obstacle immediately before the speeding driver's windshield night vision insufficient time and space fear in the doe's wide eye her mate having veered out behind she barely brushed the advancing fender with her splendid form her badly bruised flank recoiling and yet without slacking pace natural grace she vectored on across leaving no trace...
1/10/01-Lunar landscape, mountains soaring and sharp, lakes of reflected light, moon so hugely intense it looks like a great eye falling out of the sky, hurtling in to splash, snakes entwined, reptilian lovers writhing in orgasmic frenzy, or merely territorial, each male displaying rival aggressive tendency, pre-game fever, giving off richly pungent aromas pheromones, enticing for what's scaled and slithers, suburban spheres' backyard planetary floodlights, life creating sustaining tides, waves with myriad glitters, intimidating cliffs, volcanic, camouflaged in shadowy splotches smudges and stripes, hairy hoary creatures aloft lobbing boulders into the depths, bleached skulls, fossilized corals, the wind, the harmonic thud of surf on broken shores, xylophone playing ordered and percussive rock and bones, giant satellite moths, wings of gossamer, horizon-spanning, circle higher, higher, then plunge into the zenith orb of midnight bright and, when their scales fall from our blinded sight, ignite...
1/4/01-Mayday craft crash sliding no traction engine out bright sun clear sky blue high northerly winds no time wet ice flow adrift meteorologist ocean alone landing distraction strong arctic current mile depth to sea floor gray water slush empty horizon edge looming falling away...
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