29 march

oh how i love people! i love them. i love the ones that are human and like spring and summer, that run smooth on stable sunshine and fear not to fizz over. i love unknowing and then knowing and unknotted conversation and unconversation, unknotted unconscious being. there is such a fantastic goodness in just being, in simply together existing. it is right, like a well-done sum; it is filling. i love them, and the insurmountability of their smiling, and that no amount of fog can damp the goodness of our pluralness. (until, of course, your sour note was struck into the chord; for where did you come from and why? and static hardened in the air like an ugly carbonate and everything went dead, because they knew, of course; and you, for all your magnificent vitality, are yet to me (as you always were) the deadener.)