Conversation with JackDavid Rizzi
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All night we stand waiting for things we do not fully understand and are unable to explain to others who see only mist like checkered freedom and visions of clean rain beyond an ocean that lives in the sky. Out of the short reach of our stumpy arms, over the rooftops of our apartment buildings the human spirit flies far from the trapped body and mind it occupies for a few short years. Offer a place for a stranger in your life, give them your car keys and see what route they take. Find out if they like tortillas or secretly hope for crop failures. Listen and want the same as they for something more than 10 minutes and entire black clouds of insects leave you alone, they no longer sting and drink small sips of your blood. You might not notice at first but they do not alter course. Instead, you move across town or the street without knowing and immediately see another vision of pure water falling. You do not become ill or cautious to the point of paralysis. The panic-stricken days fall from the calendar to the floor. David RizziSeattle, Washington |