Targets

I wasn’t seeing when my eyes were open I never understood the song What if God was one of us, I always thought the point was that he was I observe that I self-monitor by constantly checking my originality I felt bad and the darkness coming so I went with them I observe that Thoughts usually seem to be the targets for invasion disruption disordering I’m at the high fidelity audio store Uncle John’s Band playing in a vacuum tube and it’s so pure I feel swaddled by the sound I might be lying to myself I think it must be the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said that we glow in the morning and in the evening we glow again I try to think about how emotional pain feels in my body I can slow down this thought and climb inside and strip to its marrow to feel its meaning I experience a revelation that the more players at the table the better hand you have to have and then realize what a pathetic epiphany this is May 1, 2020