Thats Right Barcelona

Nearly neighbors they are. Nearest even. In the path between each moment there is the bacon. Meat and matter; matter made of meat. Nearly between and apart they are. As the matter does not meet. Neither does the neighbors, or the bacon, or the tics, or the steps, or the links, or the stairs, or the tocks. Since what's left inside clocks is amatter & a scatter of randomized static coalescing into your neighbors. Neighbors nearly they are, unbound.

Spring Forward

Nearest edge of forest, as it is told.

About where the fire burnt and the blackness now rests.

Those trees there. Them that learnt it. To drop their leaves during winter.

Those in summer to raise it all up again.

Quite distinct, life it is, a different way of fighting.

Seasons could grind nearly. Now it simply helps to bring the dawn and dark on a yearly cycle.

Fruit basket.

Human Services

Phantoms decide fates and Hades lurk amongst Stygian choices. Full lotus inside a land of freedom. Highways of thought following cars of awareness into a tell-tale dark. Hercules sitting in a stable clear. And a river runs through it.

Rotyer Daiz

One thing they got is Winchel's and some kind of burger type deal which is pretty good considering the rest of the place. Turns out though nothing offsets a good case of california quite like a musequero raindance during a rare west coast thunderstorm. Nearly nested , loopy even. Unoptimized for someones optimizational pleasure.

Mastadon

The warming half-light of Christmas morning revealed to me a wonderfully shiny brand-new toaster. A glorious aluminum box just waiting to be used for heating breads and bread shaped products. For awhile things were great. One day, or rather late afternoon an insta-grilled cheese sandwich was prepared using it. Another day, just plain toast. Yet another evening found it being used for late night waffles. Such is the use and times of an average toaster, in an average home, in an average city, state and country. Which is to say this was one very very special toaster. A toaster with its own tale to tell. For in the telling the toaster became something much much more, it became a memory. From memory it descended into fable and thence unto myth. At which point like a Mastodon browsing upon the Northern American Serengeti it passed out of time completely. Thus is cheese and Mastodons are thus.