brake, dance
http://www.alansondheim.org/break.mp3 in the morning, bark fled the surfaces of trees, only to return, tired and worn-out, somewhere in the night. the brook left its banks with the fleeing of the bark, the bark never knew, when it returned, that the brook had been a-swimming. one day dawn broke early, all might have been revealed, but kindly night kept sky and earth in darkness. herons and bitterns in brakes decried the awkward giving, still concealed from almost all creation. it was as if day-break had broken, as if night had its sleepy way. bark, bred on the morrow, gathered together at evening's sleepy way. brad and allison wandered all around, smiling at the world's new green and blue horizon. all creation in harmony, no one boasting, bragging, no one being, no beings one, no one being one. birds flew together and apart above the swimming trees trees. o ark of gift-tomorrows, no irk among the brake. among the brake and swimming trees, dank animals at rest. by dint of softened nest, amoeba moved, thoughtful and silent. they swam, sunk, and rose again, thirsting boundaries of water and air. their transforming bodies lightly dented surfaces of new-born thought. thinking among dung and graceful food, gasping world, creating murmured world. dunes there were, low hills and sundry wisps of cloud. done was the world, unbegun the world, silent all animals and quiet plants. the din of the quiet, brad and allison would have thought, there were no brad and allison. all moment, movement, were of, and of not, dance. _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
