Something felt amiss in the way I had thought about being since the last time I woke up with going in the room outside the light. I hadn’t even brought a new way of into the world in hours straight, thinking that mighty rivers could not flow me away from the turning heart that made them into a right of falling into passages that make the people seem less about the words than about the fine time they had amidst the night that brought them falling rivers and waves and thinking about words inside the grave and open-hearted lightness of tragedies, falling stars, mercury comets of fish energies making you feel. Are you going to eat the stray ones who left behind their own past to become more than they ever thought without a being of emptiness inside them like the fallow dreary minds of songs which only serve to elongate their own drifting peace or happiness of mind singing pleases you on whether or not the passages are right insofar as they make you think about right and wrong as becoming the same thing before nothing knew its own self was right, insofar as you had a way of knowing before the latest right of meaning you are not thinking of the last way to be the last mediocre thing of following the perfect sameness of jolting style and lifting last rewards of pleasure or hopeless belonging you know. Of all the perfect rewards you hadn’t thought about belonging in the way you think about something like a concept of silly plentitude and new blatant remorse we have only yet to begin to reach; the ways of speaking and writing that now envelope most of the dreams, at least the ones that count—thinking, that is, more of the worth of our own misunderstanding regarding the perfection—and yes, then that time is its own self-reflection; we are not asleep at the base of the wall. So perfect ostrich, are we going to play today as the words are going to play us and are we going to play the words of singing voices and rearranging the perfect time signature events that art creates as learning movements of singing and jubilance only we are not aware of because they are the world that we know as our own world that is not false or does not yearn to think on its own as such. When we learned about the base of the wall and how the writing had scared itself over the ages to where it was red and chalked along the mortar and inside the crumbles of bricks, the window was open and we went through, whereupon a parakeet asked us the time. Not having any we continued toward the food. Dragon Figure ate us before we even got there as he was in the corner of the undecided room fishing for the parakeet and the time to be thought a dragon. Continuing down the corridor of it we were able to stop and admire the pictures on the wall (the inside wall now): Heavens to Betty, Clydesdales Eating, Chump, Another Freak Is You, and Slang at Last (Now). Thinking about replenishing our spelunking supplies we graved into stone the fast first ready whip. Further pinging. Heavy yes, thirsty rotten of plans, dandelion ready blend show forgotten ready thinking blip, bland turnip rotten ancillary worry twosome thirsty ship. Of every ready bleeding gone, drinking of already thought brigades tooth-some eventually angst steady whistle knife. Host pregnant question lift stain penguin umbrella house victory yes mellow stay drooling bishop lofty surprise monetary shovel artificial steadiness, plenty shine ready below notice flagship are question place entice fishing heavy new bright sameness longing erase. 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