school will start and i will sweat and fall through a hundred holes.
i will fall through a hundred holes –
with pens gripped, notebook pages crinkled, and naps desired
i will roll into new cities… not just one city; not just one city inhabited by half a million people, but half a million cities encountered one by one by one.
school will start soon.
school will start soon and i will be among you, falling through holes – but i don’t mind. i just wanna hear, i just wanna feel everything.
i just wanna feel whatever it feels like and tell it like it is and fall through any hole without needing to come to rest in any dark pit, just slip through the falling, just be in the being, being true, being true, being true.
i missed you and i made a mess, but school will start soon and i will sweat and fall through a hundred holes. and i can’t keep your ear close. so i will learn to whisper in every direction; i will learn to whisper in the only direction – the infinite direction – and you are one of us, and what needs to hear will hear, and what needs to look ahead will find a gentle way to look ahead, and what needs to fall through holes will fall, will fall, will amazingly, miraculously fall.