may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!

Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA

Monday, February 20, 2012


is an artform.In deserts(this is a desert/it is different to cities
Primal as water(and its lack-you can die like that
In cities,your enemy is each other.Walls of dry faces/blank as rain.
You will not feed upon their inspiration/just their pain

Walk out of your cage and into distance.Once city lights are gone.
you can see stars/hear silence(interrupted by chemtrails or a passing blinking plane)
Time slows,stops,changes,becomes body time.You actually hear your own heart.Beating.
Inner makes more sense than an outer anonymity.You judge yourself via distance

When you get there.You stop.Wait for time to catch up.You change again
When you return,you can never be the same.

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