It Was Once Today . Saw There The Past

Here's a line out of John Hollander's poem By Heart that has seemed to stick out to me just now.

"We play by ear, but learn the words by heart;"

Just let it sit for awhile. I know I'm sitting.

Time To Myself. Myself Abandoned.

I stare and I observe. It is just I do not know what I am viewing.

Detached am I.
Detached is I.

I need some fulfillment. It's been awhile since I've been myself. I do everything I can to just fill this gap that I'm missing. Sometimes too much and mostly too little. In all fairness, there's no reason to complain or anything. From an observer's point of view, and myself even, I have it pretty good right now on paper. I'm not faced by any adversity.

I just don't know what it is.

Unstable is I. I need stability in all aspects.

Mind.
Body.
Heart.

Fresh in the mind of Men

Which of that is Not Supposed to Be Around Saint.

How quick were you?

Slow to realize but be forever negligible

Just one glimpse, an intention of

A haunting thought if you were one to know

He was there situated on the right though his hands grasp left amongst all

Paced and conditioned by sinister perspective

That which was dexter

It was from the bearer’s point of view

I thought I saw you on the tracks

Trying to catch your second wind

But never mind, the case was not one to be expected

I should know now by that statement but I still hope for reason

Key in on the still

Whether it be on the moment of or the status that remains of I

I have grown to be of this still

Integrating the area

Summing up the infinite wonder

Excitement only begins with a reasonable goal

I guess that was too much to ask for

That was just too much

Way too much

I cannot believe

Though out of the unconventional sense

Imprinting was key

Such critical experiences have stuck without reinforcement

I lie but lets just let those definitions be for the sake of the current tell

I have learned these lessons in the same room but logic has only come out of essence now

Irreversible is I and caught is I to two standpoints

Time being; sit to be awoken for tomorrow’s morning is never too early

Stand in the corner with heads turned out to the summation of that vector

Look upon whatever is was there

Be the teller of the now then happenings

Portrayal of the remiss is marked upon my condition

Whosoever asks is deemed into the arbitrary

Values of proof

Of one who still is figuring.

Voices of the Dainty Sort

When You Give Your Heart

I recently discovered Laura Veirs. She is good. Very soothing and almost like Fleet Foxes.

Also, She & Him



I Thought I saw Your Face Today