Trembling apprehension, fearful expectation, beyond the meme lies open space, breathe deeply.
In, out, connect scribble dot.
We have no time my friends to cheat ourselves. We have no time to unbuild, to deconstruct, to rebuild, to repurpose Jersusalem.
We are left with this connection.
Friends, family, gardens, rivers, homes, the birds as friends, the time as breath.
Little as I have tried, the time spent learning has unchanged the joy, the secret of unconsidered sketches, ill-considered ventures, misspent schooling. Connect, don't judge, let it out, let it out. We are nothing, we are nobody, we are all we have, don't judge, let it out.
He was there, he gave me gruff reassurance, he is my secret, he is buried, he is alive in this, in this.
Nobody will capture, nor repurpose our connection, our meaning.
Beyond the meme, beyond the meme, down along the river, to the sea. Sea-change, heartfelt, gale, storm, spray, fear, we are walking afar on the beach, on the shore, on the edge.
No don't try, you won't, I can't, you wouldn't like it, I won't insist.
This will rest, when he will not, his ashes now a futile mist.
But we have meaning, we have hope, we have time, we have time, my friends.
So little, so little.
Give up and dream, give up to dreams, give up to us.
You are us, never forget, the river, the river, the river, the waves.
You are gone. A meme lives on. REPURPOSE it Now. REImagine ours now. now. now.