Satiƞ & silƙ sim
4June 30 by The Running Son
Satiƞ & silƙ sim
We drank milk, our first nourishment,
dripping silver off lips, across baby silks
and satin bibs, and all over milk-lite
creative freedoms. Later, we played
urban games with simulators
engaged: strange social arrangements
became the new danger,
baptisms and rain becamesilver healing all saints day parades,
cracks in concrete emotion sealed,
us on a bench, killing time, laughing
and dreaming up sim-scenes
for parks, centrally located art districts
and personality bars, flying cars,
and first-world buss charts
with one horse drawn cartfor us: our red-blooded virtual arts.
We will make 1000 islands rise,
and highrise dreams will pierce false skies
(by laws we alone devise),
making an architect—a baptizer of me,
here tangled crazy up in complex
third-world vines. I will finally draw one long line—
following both our spines downtil we find
the right timezone.
Base tones echo back––then we’ll know to act.
Then, for moments nothing at all will be known for fact.
You and me
alone, in the dark, will comb this us,
drinking silver.
A real life silk and satin business.
by Jim Aldrich (:
☀ ☁
.namaste. -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •- .namaste.
wow (Im out of words) 🙂
Ahh maybe I succeeded then.
I’m not out of words yet…
(;
Yes you did. Magaling. Bravo. 🙂
tuo mundo… sim?
ty v