a_night_walk Horus standing still before the new streets, confronting no one, just listening at the 2:45am mark, watching the life that revels in the night, the star believers washing their down and dirty dust, watching the restless old men craning their weary heads for a way to go, seeing the late night couple who still hold hands down the street, smiling and touching with their thoughts, not observing the others, watching each other, watching the movement of lips. I see and still walk along, the grit underneath of others, collecting under me, carrying them with me now in and out of the light and it's insistent shadows, the same shadows that bring me to this night. This first person attitude is me and yet not my thoughts or mind. I see a struggle between the hands, I see a fight on the man with beard, unbent but broken while the bottle empties his life. My witness of these events are peripheral and I notice them as such, peripheral to here, now, this space. I have other concerns in the night. The pleasures I knew are expensive and if I don't have those pleasures....I question the happiness I could experience and still be among these night denizons. Could they still come out in the darkness and feel that safeness, in being comfortable? It is a question I ponder while the soft echoes of my shoes bounces at the wals I walk against. . 081112 ... D I like this for some forgotten reason. . 111029 what's it to you? who go blather from