- dreaming i am herefly fly fly, whispers the clock handle. in my cradled bed the hand reaches out to strike 12. a lucky number, the accumulation uv multiples uv 3.’s that turn false princess fairy tales into real zucca pumpkins to make ME become the sum uv pi.infinitely irrational i the accumulation uv pi. perfect number perfect challenging number.sweating and eating sweet pies sweating and eating sweet pies. sweet is it time to eat ? “it is time,” the moon says, “time for a bigger piece uv the pi”how long have i been sweeping this voice under the bed? i look under and there i find piles and piles uv scraps uv seaweed paper i had been rolling up wraping rubber bands around to hang up sum time in th future. dreams scribbled then scrunched to be spread out sum time later. how about now? no i am not ready i respond. spread sum jam, sum jam, sum jam, kitchen retreat to eat toast, tea and pie. sum one responds, U, HOW about no WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW suddenly in my room there is a bridge uv double u’s , me and u, holding hands, holding the hand, looking at the clock, re winding, while walking forward. holding hands, holding the hand, looking at the clock, re winding, while walking forward. wind sweepS out from under the bed the sea weed letters written while wiping the weeping tears poured into white glass written to feel the weight one day, uv form that has mass mass mass. all i see are the heavy word heavy words.i am whispering, as i cross my fingers, slip out uv the kitchen to tip toe along the double Us, the WWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW bridge
- i glance in my bathroom mirror, “find me a tide, just enough uv a current to catch sum thing coming from nothing”. no thing buiding a NOWWWWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWWWWWW thing”.
- t o pur chase a piece uv the pi on the other side uv the circumference, i must travel, i whisper, and to get around, i must cross thru a bridge in my mind begins to find a track, a new patch uv grass, a possibility uv a path thy will be built by strange universal patterns not even I can explain.would i miss the opportunity to be a part uv this confusion that belongs to harmonious order? forget rational time, and take a leap, a quantum leap, an organized gugun gugun uv a heart beat.here we go, double us, double u, in to the future WoW in the journey uv the mind, i begin to fall in luv with bridges every where i go, i see the opportunities on the other side, the side crossed with our feet, built by our hands, with the intelligence uv our body, the arches that naturally support the under side where live the magical men, whose water passes thru to release boats, fish, and uvcourse thoughts flow in and out uv. thru a bridge, we learn a new pass word. luv a real opportunity to cross the women magical men, and other equations of 3.1345464360697069-592419820380`9828083908129348923WWWWWWWWWWWWWW are passing thru