swimming in text

I dive into paper, swimming through words, seeking meaning. I brush dicta of my hair when I come up for breath. I could easily drown in this world of theories, so little pertinent information. My ears pop when I dive for pearls of wisdom, I wish I would have brought my oyster knife: to stab the rhetoric and bad puns. I feel my eyes burn and close them to the words. I head up for more air, for the sun, the light, freedom from my watery confines. Words that have no levity, no true meaning, maybe it is not I who swims but they, viscosity abound, dripping down the page.

A clip from a blueberry night.

The stars are all connected by string and carried around by a woman with a thousand balloons, the world is drenched in cold, which in turn is defeated by firelight. I breath liquid blueberries, staring up as they float away into a blue moon. I'm a great cat in a fur coat stalking around a fire. I'm lightheaded and happy. I just got off the merry-go-round. the world has gone a little fuzzy around the edges but focus has become more clear. Everything sparkles not just me. It all falls into place I'm waiting, talking, running, the sun begins to raise I wonder what happens to the stars, I prolong so much as possible, this blueberry night.