crags in cracks

hey there.


EDIT(2009.08.04): added in a stanza break.

for fun, here's the first draft i transcribed from my phone with (almost) completely arbitrary linebreaks:

crags within cracks in the spaces of the fire, the rising
spiral mountain the grassed forest of blue life of clothed
animal bees in the periphery along the crawling walls.
stand in for moments, the flashes of separate lives
the speeding up of words in the meld, seeds of childhood in the
shells of age before the hot blue moment of birth, the spark
spreading into the air preceding smoke of light burning
away out and up into the beyond, into the manifold of past
experience written into written out of memory locked
out of that sweet storehouse warded against
the storm, burning down.

i gave up carrying around an actual notebook a while ago. yay for modern technology!

EDIT(2010.02.02): edited it a bit, here's the old version:

crags in cracks

within the spaces of fire:
rising spiral mountains tinged
blue with chemical life tinging
the grassed forest orange
clothing animal bees with the periphery of light
along the crawling walls,
stand-ins for moments for flashes
(separate lives) speeding up--
words in the meld--seeds of childhood

within the shells of age
before the hot lightning moment of birth, the spark
spreading out into air preceding
smoke of light life
burning away out and up
into the beyond
into the manifold
of past experience
written into/or/
out of memory locked
out of that sweet bliss storehouse
"warded" against the storm, now
burning down.