The coffee cup is a law

Look at the obvious, don’t play detective. The dream of the seashore is not the seashore, it is a dream.
I saw a policeman chasing after comic book characters thinking he had found reality. He couldn’t understand that no matter how many times he arrested the comic book characters the comic book freed them and the comic book story continued.
The world is covered in skin, if you peel away the skin the prison is turned upside down and shaken and everything falls out.
The obvious balloon can confuse people. They do not realise that the breath inside it is their own breath and if the balloon is eternal they being sentient will lose all of their breath to the balloon and the balloon will float away to join another galaxy.
Look at the obvious; reduce the world around you to a line drawing. Chase away the crows as they come to pick the meat from the bones, suddenly the bones are gone. Colours and shapes fall out of the sky and the pigment explodes.
It was not obvious until taking hold of your girl and kissing her a teacher came and scrubbed the chalkboard clean.
It was not obvious; you pour the cream of the law into your coffee cup. All is law, there are laws within laws. There are laws of a different making for a different purpose. The coffee cup is a law.
The bad heart is a law. The good heart is a law. They both disagree. The bad heart begins to cry: it is a law. The good heart begins to laugh: it is a law. Another law tries to decide between them. Now it becomes both the bad and the good law. Who can know where or how love lives in these good and bad laws? Love conquers all.
Look for the obvious, look for love.

Windows

The law of windows
The windows law
Competing with the chimney
Competing with the door

According to law
Windows beckons
You must shut down
In 60 seconds

Bye-bye birdie
Cry birdie cry
Bye-bye birdie
Fly birdie fly

The law of windows
In the 21st century
There’s no escape from windows
We’ll never be free

The claw of windows
Through the window you see
The Tau of windows
What’s that on skull hill
Another conviction
Another crucifixion

On every street corner
The windows law shop
Go there in the morning
Report the whole lot

The windows police
Are pouring through the window
Into your living room
The windows police
Have taken over
The whole world

All they need is a window
chasing a burglar
through the window
in and out the houses
We all fall down

Fly birdie fly
From window land
Off into nowhere
With only jungle and sand

Oh that land of windows
Of that windows land
Where the glazing doesn’t protect you
From the wind

 

 

 

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