As promised, some free writing :)
Sitting cross legged, frozen locks of dread hair, dead stare, don't dare. Cut down all the vines and chains and locks and open every door, every window, let every beam through to fall, roll off the walls like fire gold and warming. Old bones dance on young floors, beds of grass and dew watered with tears of mirth and other things, something else besides what I've got to say in the desert where the sand doesn't quite touch the tips, wet the floor with precipitation, anticipation, eradication of an old ideal outmoded, outdated, outmanned, outgunned, outfunned. Write a new bible, a new code of laws, a new library for everyone to take their time in, lose their sighs in, get some rhymes in and breathe out every single sylabble which ever needed to crawl onto paper and lie still enough for the decades to pin it in place for future eyes to dance over. Like wheeling stars. Like growing vines. Like hands wringing, or like mine in yours. Like a struggle or an embrace. Maybe both. Maybe I want this now, maybe I want it later and maybe I haven't made up my mind as much as I think I have. Scribble out the last page and tear out the thoughts that made up the page; this is a new day, our day. Open your eyes so the sun will shine, smile so the wind will blow and know that nothing since or before will ever be strong enough to press down on this heaven we've made.
In the shade.
