seeing forever

the spinning continues even as the coma sweeps across the landscape of the mind... and it wasn't jack nicolson enlightening barbara streisand in some ancient movie that was being referenced in the entry aforementioned if you followed the linkage spinning round and round as opposed to the deeperness of sorts that hinted at the profoundness of potential history (if you lived through it, i suppose) and whatever was meant to be said (or written) may have slipped in between the lines (betwixt?) or beyond the blue horizon something waits for you, or me, for that matter, whatever matter that might have been perhaps even repeated again, no less...

and if it takes forever, the waiting is still the hardest part... i mean, just because one can do something does not make it any easier to do... the fundamental things apply, after all... so don't let the sun go down on your love either and someday your clear day just might wake you up to realize it's always been there... forever too...

something weird?

narf :)