Her lawn looks like a meadow
And if she mows the place
She leaves the clover standing
And the Queen Anne’s lace!
“The car wanted to live. The car wanted to *stay*.”
“Great, W. Can I call you W. still?”
“I am the two within the one, the complex within the simple. Look for me. Balance.”
“O-kay.”
“Continue, then.”
“*You* continue.”
—–
“We are in the car. We are the rib, the singular, heading to the complex, the duality. Eve. Adam from. 2 in 1. 2 brained.”
“And what does that mean?”
“We have to stick to the simple.”
“But we are heading to the double. Double heads.”
“No (!).”
“Yes.” Simpler. Smaller. No exclamation point; no capital letters. Just acceptance. 2n1.
“What about left leaning?” I grasped, trying not to Fall.
—–
Flipping to the Orient, I knew this was about me, then. The red green blue yellow “tiles” in the back were me. The colorless, X-ed out head openings (“hello!”) of the Zebra are me, ready to reveal themselves in the move away from occident. Me. Sozzy Bozo has a mask over his eyes — similar. It should be over his mouth. Point made.
—–
I had to incarnate again soon, before the dawn’s early light at least. Else the night would be “wasted.” I decide a variety of photos would do the trick. Presenting: Snapshots from the East.
This was a kind of creepy one. Glimpse into the Abyss, brr. So cold.
Then lightening up as the red green blue yellow return. Goal carts! (red starts)
Traveling further back, 2 toys mark the entrance to a passage, perhaps of life itself. Ur-state. One toy, the blue one, did not “evolve” past the second. Both remained simple. We are onto something. Not dodging an issue no more.
We are now even before the start of the race out back. Orange appears across from the green, from the blue. Out of place. King Bill. He is whole. He is *orange*. Here is where we should have started. And so I placed myself there, before the beginning. Let’s try again.
Sunklands 