So who will tell the chairs?
‘Day thirteen’
Portsmouth 22nd August
I Lay in bed after OH leaves for work as:
Gang of giant seagulls
Running rampant races
Thru the bins in the street
Calling for more to come
To their second-hand party
Up I check into the bathroom and while waiting for a ‘certain level’ to be achieved I open my emails by hand
Notice Simon as header – we have been chatting about Autistic arts last day or so – and open first over and above social notifications
An introduction
A recommendation
I am Astonished at the feelings that follow as the words flow from the page and tick tick tick open with unfelt surfaces that morph my day
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
I
read
request again
am I free to go to London ASAP
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
yes I am
spoken out loud
as all sense
changes about me
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
so I reply and almost immediately a lifetime later exchange details of where and when the next day
so now Day 14 although it will feel smaller and less significant than 13 – the largest day is important
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
I research
I need to see a bigger picture
A new connection – a new experience leading from another new experience comes into view leading in correlated colour from Konfirm unfinished
I can close my fingers about its possibility tightly
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
they wish to talk to me?
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
to me
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
who me?
so
who
will first
tell the chair
i’m seated in
the news of
permissions
to rejoice
—- m e t a m o r p h i k —–
