Archive for August, 2009

<…Thought of home…>

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

<|…Know. Now it knows. It will. It knows me. I see it. I see the old bed. I feel the breeze coming through window. I hear the bird. The rays of light shine. In mind. I know. It will know. Now the smell of English Breakfast tea. The sound of the tea kettle. The taste of the first sip. The rush of flavor. The pulse of its zing. Then the bacon. The fumes. The smoke alarm sounding. The pop of grease setting beat to the foci rise. The deep blue green been seen all around. The texture of egg with bacon. The crunch. The pulls and chew of fat. The tea to swallow. The full body. The full stamoch. Heat beats slow. The bird sings again. The wings fly past. Tea cub held in hand. Bright jade light warms. No Voids in sky. …Know. It knows. I am there…>