friends, I miss you out there / in all the worlds / friends, I miss you
A morning like today, like any other, like you say, that coat could have done. that election could have kept you warm. And yet, so this morning, out the door you flew to Washington, to wishful thinking, to those long deep drinks at the bar. No, there’s a flooded street now, high and low emotions. There’s a flooded street now and a long deep drink and a cold, clear mirror, a mirror with no back, which admits nothing, which contains all reveries, nothing. look at the truth and back home to the ground, around us, where a hand reaches, shoulder and a light kiss.
Friends, I miss you out there in the country and the world, and all the worlds. Friends, I miss you. And yet I touch you. right now. through waves, bits, I touch you. Friends, I miss you? You’re right here. We’re all right here together. Round a campfire. You know how it is? It’s. It’s like that. So you bring it in. Throw a little tamborine on it. Everybody’s all… a little tickle.
Friends, I miss you. I know that I don’t write enough, I know that I don’t call. Yeah, well, I could say I’m busy. We’re all busy. We all got our hands full and our arms full and our eyes full and our mouths full.
And damn, if, you know, it when it all comes down to it… shoo, fill my entire life out of one good hug. One good, true and real conversation like I had tonight.
Friends, I miss you. And you’re marching. Or you’re sleeping. But we’re all still around the same campfire. It ain’t them. There is no them, okay? There’s only us.
May all beings be happy. May all beings be free.
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