beauty_follows_pen_in_hand blueberries crisp white page between two fingers. virgin snow. naked body turning on ironed linen. bianca strada, kicking dust with each step. we walk with pen in hand upon the pages of the undiscovered geography, individual footprints. words like bold strokes of many original colors. sentences like horses galloping silently through drifts. paragraphs like avalanches of quiet thunder overtaking our boredom and burying us in beauty. 011129 ... Continuous Light/lovers lament beauty is your touch over miles of wasteland with your pen, you tell me the story of my life again you have become my digital knight- trekking across wires and state lines to speak to me to tell me of our shared scars and bruises your words are the color of morning's light as it diffuses sending tendrils of orange and gold to weave the afternoon your comfort is the blanket of the moon full to bursting with naked comprehension letting all logic slide, you are an extension [of me] funny...how worlds collide and intertwine so freely how is it that you see me from so far away. for Kent 011130 what's it to you? who go blather from