©2021 Michael Raven
that lingering dream -- as absurd as it may be -- i think it was you looking over your shoulder with a wink and a smile dawn atop queen anne hill fog clinging to your legs as if children spelled to their mother all white ribbons smoky lace before the ravens exploded the sky with their raucous tok tok toks: this this this they cried
ludicrous life may be: i'm glad you've gone mad with me
I am alone in the midst of these happy, reasonable voices. All these creatures spend their time explaining, realizing happily that they agree with each other. In Heaven’s name, why is it so important to think the same things all together.Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea
down the path he walked watching the butter-flies dandy-lions playing games with each other along the way when he ran into the girl with the ragged curl and told her, he'd lost his way which way do I go? he asked where do you want to go? she replied some place other than here she paused then keep walking, for some place other is just around the bend...
“Contrariwise,” continued Tweedledee, “if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn’t, it ain’t. That’s logic.”Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass