I write to the silent part of you
the part that has no words, the part that *is* en place and watches word-streams flow
the voices are streams you stand in, same as the voice(s) in your throat
wu wei is just learning to balance bipedal on a couple more dimensions
learning to wu walk
(sorry)
time is a gaitling, born after you and after you, shadow-shy, wants to be just like you
step out of the streams (keep scanning the dimensions until your feet say dry), *then* wait a beat, and time stands still beside you, watching you closely
wait
watching you
wait
watching
wait
ing
you are a Place, now
a point of view, pop. 2
quiet, you