This is what could happen.
One day, I could be sitting
near the window as rain
begins and the sky begins
to cackle in it's throat. We
are exploring the jungle, we
are in our borrowed house,
there is no glass in the windows.
Then there was you.
We will look at each other,
smile, and fall into the sky.
The sky is a kind of swimming,
that never tires, and never ends.
One day, in a seablue bubble skyscraper,
when my third and fourth robot
arms have healed into my skin,
and our suction cups are firmly in place,
we could get up in the morning
and, without saying anything, we could
start climbing up the walls. We are excited
to be sideways, or upside-down, and
to have six limbs each, half-robot-insect.
One day, when I am a snake
charmer, and you are my contortionist,
and we have run away to the circus,
I will teach you to stand on the tongue
of an asp, and coil yourself into golden
smoke. Technicolor, half-human creatures
will laugh at your endless shapes, and we
will forget that we have forgotten
that sometimes life is unattainable.
I see that the best things, for some
reason, are never reached. So here,
Things That Could Happen. I hereby present
these items to the committe. Only, I will tell you
a secret: dont ever find the living world.
When you hear the rain, close your eyes.
Imagine that jungle, but for chrissakes,
hold on to your chair, or a windowsill.
The windows have glass, and smell like dust;
they tell us that there are no robots except
for eyesight. And circuses are cheap--I really did
run away to one, when I was eighteen. And at
nineteen I lived in the woods and ate berries;
but it's not like you think it will be.
Only, you get so close. I could smell the orchids,
Madagascar Vanilla and the Stinking Corpse of the Amazon.
This morning, it was the hot rain and mud, and this is
January, and it isn't even raining. And I pressed
my hands against the wall and looked to see why
they didnt stick. And I opened a basket full of
feathers, and there were no snakes. This morning,
I felt like lilies, and I felt the age in my face fold.
And like many other days, I felt the whole day
press as though I had just woken from Importance.
I've been building wild cities out of
a hundred iron lego castle sets.
Its time to turn iron into marshmellows,
and eat the crap out of awesome candy.
I'm going on crazy adventures, so forget
all the grey garbage in my head: even the red tape
is worth worship, when everything is so green.
-Tay Arrow Sherman.
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"How can I tell the difference
between sanity and insanity? You
think in a locked room there's
sanity and insanity? Anyways,
I don't know if there are any
children anymore. Maybe they
went out of fashion."
-Kathy Acker.
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