i have nothing to say

except that some things in life are real

money is a construct... currency is real
luck, revenge, guilt... i can't fathom these things
plane tickets are real
so is tape
and film

time is elastic
but moments in time are real

life is a path
not a point

august is real
new york is real
i will really be in new york in august

airports are electric
people move through them

like trains passing in the night

nobody can ever stop
i hardly stop
but i stop all the time
i stop all of it, the time
i stop the time
i can stop time

create a moment that the winds bend around
touching the intangible

all it takes is certain numbers in a certain order
summoned up invoked
to align
these silver stars