Change

It's the hands 
the broken glasses 
the uncured warts 
the crooked brown teeth 
the washed out yellow whites of eyes 
the always slightly too long nails 
the round little beer bellies under nylon t-shirts, polyester jumpers, unzipped leather coats and shirts. 

It is the hands shaking,
heavy, broken fingers and rugged palms, 
mad manicures overgrown and deformed, 
these fingers that give me money and that I give money to, 
the tips so frail they look translucent, and almost never count the money back.

Joy

That of which the body is capable
has not yet been determined. (Spinoza)

just like

Just like I picked up my soul scattered on the floor piece by piece and recollected it, I will gather the debris of the 21st century & recharm our reality brick after brick city after city train ride after train ride.

Like an ancient magician, inducing fear and awe and laughter, playing tricks on spiders and hissing louder, making love to the present and remembering the absent, shaping the soul of our planet into the accordion of feeling it hurts to be again,

so small so small

and throw it loud into the

deep

blue

sea

sun & blood & rain & steel

"On this day began my close relationship with steel that was to last for ten years to come.
The nature of this steel is odd. I found that as I increased its weight little by little, the effect was like a pair of scales: the bulk of muscles placed, as it were, on the other pan increased proportionately, as though the steel had a duty to maintain a strict balance between the two. Little by little, moreover, the properties of my muscles came increasingly to resemble those of the steel. This slow development, I found, was remarkably similar to the process of education, which remodels the brain intellectually by feeding it with progressively more difficult matter. And since there was always the vision of a classical ideal of the body to serve as a model and an ultimate goal, the process closely resembled the classical ideal of education."

Maronnera