it feels as though the whole planet is in a ghost dance now, and we so fractured we can't dance. we are sleepwalkers. we hurt for the earth, our feelings want some entry. we want the earth's embrace. 

no, doug, it's too melodramatic, it needs to be simple like a japanese poem, why do you have to load it up with affected angst, why can't you let it be simple. orisit. i don't know. i know it sounds affected, it's a voice that keeps coming up, i can't stop it without stopping myself. but it's not an affectation, right, if it's a feeing. if it was left alone it would be a feeling not an affectation. yes, without words. later maybe i'll then be able to say it plain, though i have no clear idea how or when. then why don't you just rest, or read about the ghost dance, let it sift down like dust. 
ok, i'll read, but it's almost time to walk mister again. ok, den, just walk, and don't think, let the thoughts go and watch them go and think, those are my thoughts, rising and floating so light in the air.