voices to voices, lip to lip i swear (to noone everyone) constitutes undying; or whatever this and that petal confutes... to exist being a peculiar form of sleep what's beyond logic happens beneath will; nor can these moments be translated: i say that even after April by God there is no excuse for May ___bring forth your flowers and machinery: sculpture and prose flowers guess and miss machinery is the more accurate, yes it delivers the goods, Heaven knows (yet are we mindful, though not as yet awake, of ourselves which shout and cling, being for a little while and which easily break in spite of the best overseeing) i mean that the blond absence of any program except last and always and first to live makes unimportant what i and you believe; not for philosophy does this rose give a damn... bring on your fireworks, which are a mixed splendor of piston and pistil; very well provided an instant may be fixed so that it will not rub, like any other pastel. (While you and i have lips and voices which are for kissing and to sing with who cares if some oneeyed son of a bitch invents an instrument to measure Spring with? each dream nascitur, is not made...) why then to Hell with that: the other, this, since the thing perhaps is to eat flowers and not to be afraid. e. e. cummings 1926 voices to voices, lips to lips with heavy homage to e.e. cummings voices to voices, lips to lips i swear to you and to everyone else that they make up the undying of this sentiment that refuses to sleep what's beyond logic can only be magic in this moment that even God cannot compete i bring you no flowers but only scuplture of my words if you close your eyes you'll miss their kiss voices and lips are more than just for songs and kisses who cares if some sons of bitches insist that Spring be the opening of hearts and smiles i am not afraid to dream that and this nor am i afraid to fly Wissai/NKBa' August 21, 2012
