the Marvellous vacuity of Friendship

The nice thing is maybe that growing up is about unsticking myself and yourself from the shadows of friends who went on to harvard law and caltech. and for those who stayed behind like ourself; others whove noticed think we need the succour and we get their suckers. So we've worked out an elaborate personality quirk that cuts them out. We love every sweet wind and smile at the passing rain tree in our view from the rick. But in the end we see, no matter how many you can call on - at some time you see youre on your own, high on the mound of a tame legacy. alone absolutely. With myself and a drifting dalloway on a saturday night wanting to communicate in this way, tapping on a legacy keyboard to anyone who will pick this in hyperspace, and pricks up to channel me. But we will remain as ever alone in our inward movings. Except when we're laughing and the spirits join from the heat and an essentail unity develops in the place before us and we've become one before we move away again cos a laugh can't last for ever.