The Rock of Horeb

I thought that there was time to do the things I needed to do. I thought I needed time to do the things I needed to do. I thought I needed to do time. I thought I needed to do the things time needed to do. I thought there was needed to do. I thought I was I. While you wait, may I suggest the pomegranate?

CANTO III

Maybe he will come out of this feeling something. Maybe. He will come. This feeling. Maybe he will come out. Of this feeling. Maybe he. Will. Come of this. Maybe something will come. Of this.
Maybe.
This.
Feeling.
Will.
Something.

Something red and cold and spreading. Doubtful. There could be a similarity between this and that. Something could come of it. He said. To someone.
Something.
Said something. To someone. Feeling someone. Doubtful. Feeling doubtful. Feelings of something. He felt something. Felt this. He felt this.
And that.
Felt this and that.
Maybe.
Maybe he felt this.
Something red.
Feelings spreading red.

THE REALISATION

I think there’s something on my arm.
Yes there is.
No there’s not.
Yes there is.
No there’s not.
They said there was.
I disagree.
They agree you disagree.
You say no.
No there is.
Yes there is not.
It’s in my arm.
It’s on my arm.
Your arm or my arm.
There isn’t time for this.

If you like what I have to say, why do you run away? The parlour room is just as cold. The innermost outermost stripped of garlands and blue bonnets. Nothing shocks me anymore. First and yesterday. The kilo is heavier. Yesterday than it was. Something feeling heavier. The arm feels heavier. And cold. Just as cold and heavier. He is feeling cold. The outermost is stripped and cold. The innermost is blue bonnets.

Touch the softnesses.
An illusion.
An allusion of softnesses.
You grabbed me there.
Pretty boy.
I found you.
You eat filet mignon and grape leaves every day.
There isn’t time.
I thought there was.
You thought there was.
Have a try.
Try. Cry. Cry on my tie. The dishes are clean and not likely to cry. Sigh. Lick the dishes clean.
Prelude to conclusion.
No or whenever.
Birth by conclusion.
Everything goes away.
Ground dirt and glass.
Spreading into the saliva.
Saliva on the bathtub floor.
Down the drain.
Feelings down. The drain. Something down the drain.
Birth time down the drain.
I can birth an illusion in the intermission.

                       A SCENE FROM MY MEMORY.

This is what happened. I saw you. And I lost you. There was a goat. A goat and rain. Many people went to see the goat. I did not. You did not. You did nt. You did but then you did not. There was rain. The goat was raining and wet. Windy and raining and wet. You were the goat. Feeling something. You came out. To see the goat. But it was wet and windy. Consequently, it was a lonely goat. A dark night. With stars. Even though many people saw the goat. We were dissatisfied with the decision. The goat had spots. Ground dirt and grass. If you meant to share what you saw, you were feeling something.

Somehow I meant to say something.
Maybe he will come.
We and I meant to make the decision. The plate is still full.
You look good in a dark shirt.
You look good in a dark pants.
You look good in a dark mood.
You look good in less than a dark shirt.
You look good in less than a dark pants.
You look good in less than not a dark mood.
If you look good in the black pants you’ll like the black shirt.
You should just come out and say it.
I saw them last night.
It was storming.
You see the need for me to share what I saw.

I can attest to the attestation. I can. I can. Attest. To the devastation. You intended to attest to the devastation, but it was storming. The devastation looks good on you. I attest. You protest. I am not who you think I am.

Saint Anthony has something to say about that, all dressed in the dark shirt and the red shirt and the attestation. I can carry all that. Nothing unordinary about that. A star and a moon but not less than a way of life.

         FROSTBITE

.. . . . . …AĄBCĆDEĘFGHIJKLŁMNŃOÓPQRSŚTUVWXYZŻ

Can’t you see the difference? They’re not really the same at all. I smell the attestation. Not to be displeased.

Devastation is feeling something. You will feel something different. Maybe.

13 thoughts on “The Rock of Horeb

  1. This is amazing and resembles my thought process well. It’s cool to see that someone else thinks like that too.

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  2. Wow, captivating and with another twist-I like it…
    But, you disturbe my silence…. because I had to read it again and again… to my mind mastered your writing words❤️in every corner of your story, it is something new for every read I did…
    I hope you are well
    Enjoy your day
    ❤️

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