Almost—Most of Maybe…

347“I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm.
And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold,
My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones,
It keeps my veins hot, the fires found a home in me.
I move through town, I’m quiet like a fire,
And my necklace is of rope, I tie it and untie it.

And our people talk to me, but nothing ever hits home
People talk to me, and all the voices just burn holes.
I’m going in (ooh)

This is the start of how it all ever ends
They used to shout my name, now they whisper it
I’m speeding up and this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart
We rip the start, the colors disappear
I never watch the stars, there’s so much down here
So I just try to keep up with them red, orange, yellow flicker beat sparking up my heart

I dream all year, but they’re not the same kinds
And the shivers move down my shoulder blades in double time

And now people talk to me, I’m slipping out of reach now
People talk to me, and all their faces blur
But I got my fingers laced together and I made a little prison
And I’m locking up everyone who ever laid a finger on me
I’m going in (ooh)


And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat
Sparking up my heart
And this is the red, orange, yellow flicker beat-beat-beat-beat…” Yellow Flicker Beat’ written by Ella Yelich-O’ Connor and Joel Little

Revolting around Revolution? ‘Plant your flag on—truth…’ Science eternally dances with superstition…Once and often either—momentarily wins something-of-else or another choice-to-follow…Crossroads to matter—chances to spark—and destiny always flirts with other up-and-about—perhaps…Real Sea—we’ll see—and another and another—of water-ships and places far away…This is here and between landings another beach—reach and as quickly discovered then thrown away…Dragging the lines of surf’s fall and rise—as waves dash high into moonless sky and crash along miles of sand and shoreline. Sea inhale and exhale and breathe again and time marks nothing—when endless and everlasting.

The structures of language—cause subtle or severe alterations in conceptual visions of context—pretense—rapture—tense and always scattered across a multitude of speakers—defined—refined and confined to unspoken sentences—still known—with no required explanation—and often not wanted. Linguistic challenges may confuse—process notions—preconceive programming—patterns of similarity—welcomed-rejected-detected-embraced or ignored…Survival’s portion—portioned and scattered across understanding simplicity—and the variances in relativity—either linguistically determined—or silenced by rain—loud—gentle beginnings or the whispers of fire-fly wings and lighting…Wait! Eyes—tightly closed—to hear thunder—rolling across separated skies—as unseen flashes—knight the ocean—and crashes boom into the silent space—between raindrops and life…

The distinctions—either unreal or real or may-have-been or yet-to-come—sometimes live without explanation or sane reason—will power or triumphant chance—and still by some mischief of happenstance—occurs—reserves—replaces and in-time—stumble-bumbles into never-was and never-will-be—again…Linguistic challenges—choice and time—oh my! And! Still we refine-the-define—providing to our senses—the words we speak and the world we seek—differentials in place—because the space between us is—mile-wide-empty or mile-wide-distracted—reacted—contracted or ‘just because’ of causes affected— and explanations.

The relativity of linguistic principles may—too often influence and warp the processes—through how—we know-what-we-know-we-now-know—or almost future—know-what we almost-may understand—sometime—in some-place-in-space—somewhere-in-time…And! Does language determine how we think—or does how we think—determine how we speak? Do-Does-Maybe-Almost-OK? All fits—all places—mostly—almost right-writing and writing-right either incorrectly or almost-always finding fit—too and almost—never-quite-writing-right-correctly…Non-linguistic behavior is sometimes an extraordinary type of behavior—donchathink?

And! Beautiful you are…

‘Yellow Flicker Beat’ by Lorde