I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Monday, May 14, 2007

D'oh!

Dagburnit! I just had one of those moments when you realize that you forgot something. The muse has been sly and shy, and since it was a Big Idea(tm) I thought, "I'll remember that to write it down later." And then I clean the machine, make plates, answer email, blog, and then remember that I didn't write it down but can't remember what it was. Argh! (Smack).

Once that happens, the muse gets even quieter. It's only when she trusts you to listen does she give the good stuff. I'm sorry. Come back. I'll write it down this time, honest.

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