They told me to dance around the moon. Impossible! Did I do it? Could I do it? What does impossible mean as I gaze through the window of a spaceshuttle?
World of a thousand faces, walking, running, exchanging glances. He was me as I kissed him, as I told him there were no limits, but our self imposed paper boundaries. He was water entering, exposing, enjoying, my sugar fountain of love. I was him as he understood the cloth, the ink, the magical rain that covered me with the invisible quilt of eternity. There are so many faces, so many places, crossing, calling, transforming glances. There are no limits, ...he told me, as we love, as we stop imposing, so let them, stop crying, and let them... Observe! They need freedom to see there are so many faces as so many places, so many glances as so many dances, so many of us as so many of you, free within, free without, but always present to the moment we reach a new earth that writes without the boundaries of time.