he lit his cigar and throwing
away the matches he absently recognised how far down they burned
should have burned his
fingertips from the white wood that remained
he looked
they had
fingertips were scorched
why didnt he feel that
recognised now they hurt
not a big hurt
a sensation of hurt
You never notice when youre
bleeding said his girlfriend and when I do and say something you have no idea
when you were hurtLong way from my heart you always say A minor thing in the
big scheme of Things How do you manage
not to pay attention to pain
Baby Thats a good question
a question he never bothered with
because it was a long way from
his heart
she said Little things can add up
Yes Addition
One plus one plus one equals three
Still a small number
You make no sense sometimes
Sometimes sense makes no sense
eh
I dont know if its importantI dont pay attention Then it heals itself
My bodys does its job
Maybe Im just giving my body
something to do
So youre saying you only feel
heartache
No Im saying little things dont matter Ive got
better things to pay attention to Why
muddle things up with inconsequential matters
Pain for one
Sure Why not
Mind over matter If it dont matter
why mine it
Youre something else And then some
Im your something
You are that Youre all mine
Im all yours
its not to say he didnt pay
attention to small thingshe paid attention recovering his breath before a
window at the gym
a large birds shadow
whirled round an around on the vanilla-coloured flat top roof below
he thought back to earlier in the week
when a hawk circled him ten times he counted
he counted the revolutions the
unseen bird made
six
then the shadow curled away
Ten he said out loud evidently the big bird couldnt count
he noticed a minute spider
rappelling out of his hair
evidently he or she hung from a
tree he ducked under
its silk tickled his forehead as
he walked reading before it appeared nearly
a mote in his eye
he scissored its tickling strand
between his fingers and gently began extending his arm
the spider came away with the
silk
he couldnt distinguish its eight tiny
legs from its body
it began crawling up its silkinvisible
to his eye as he extended his arm
he walked slowly to a flowering
bush and lowered the spider which was busily ascending to the edge of a shining green
leaf
at first the spider rejected it
then it grappled the leaf found a
footholdfeetholds
he dropped his hand under the
leaf
the silk thread tugged at the spider
the spider disengaged it and began its way
across the leafs face casting a speck of a shadow
better its face than his
he walked away leaving his minute
hitchhiker on the bush
such are things of little consequence
1453, Thursday,
8 6. 17
1330, Friday,
9 6. 17
(1321
days) fewer days Russian buhbye
Moloko Lotus Eaters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Omn06Mt01IE
