The god who lives in the hollow part of the sky was looking down.
And he saw climbing up,dreams.Densely smoking or little dreamlets.Which with a sudden spiralling spurt fizzled out.And the leaping flames which burnt out all competition.Then there were the ghosts of dreams,dreams for the sake of dreams...The ornamental ones.And pretty little things they were too.
But what was awesome and what was amazing were the numbers.Oh,the numbers.The sweeping base of these vapours.Their everywhere-ness.
So he looked on entranced,bewitched.Forgetful.
"Ei,you're meant to be doing something."
"Oh(shaken out of reverie) yes.YES.But.. (looking down again,frightened)
can I?"
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i understand not.
though i'm quite sure "ei you're meant to be doing something" is a line you've heard often.
joey, i feel so useless when i say this but, i REALLLLLLY like it.
i love the way you've achieved a believable-optimism, if you know what i mean.
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