Stream 7

You find your jaw’s clenched tighter on your teeth with the weight of your head on your knee, yes, and the lamp’s still here but it just looks tired maybe I can take that with me everywhere like my permanent objective correlative companion, not great conversation though and would require power for comment - hum ate lots of toast today what significance Is there in that but I suppose also necessary for eating I wonder if you could survive by eating books? Hum not really thinking much at the moment reading silas marner and the doors of perception, the former dull in truth and the latter beautiful in what I suspect are sadly lies yeah it made me think though imagine if Kingston for a bitter brilliance of vision and hard endurance and Harvey for broad and incisive thought and cj for heroic feats of the mind and body and excellence of character and fender for wild insight and an invincible liver and mind and rowse for pure genius and human perfection and maybe minoo to bear the blades of irony and paz to carry the fires of the heart and yes and thaw the icy blindness of the world and maybe becky to open the door to heaven and hell all in her crazy head and her singing and maybe gins for sense and sensibility and a reminder of a good simple soul and maybe hektor for a sarcastic angle and a smiling dream and my little brother on a leash for pure power and the unstoppable roar of the next generation and I carrying the weight of the wings of the perfect ideal just left off school broke the windows and soared into the open air and wilds of the world we would wow we would be such a force wow for powowowerful powerful force for brilliance and excellent joy and genius, and we’d dash about pondering and smashing and smiting and thwarting and confounding and surrounding and resounding and expounding life in every article to the confused villages of the world and when our dust settles hah they’ll be like what the fuck was that and get on with their grubbing wastes of time hah but we’d ring the world a thousand times and the dawn would rise on every place where we had just flashed joy and love and brilliance into the night before and the dawn would rise and find us gone and the dawn would rise and find a wake a fresh cool dew of joyful tears which would bless the soil and sink in - ah yes what the earth needs is a fresh rain of joyful tears.