i got this friend see

who's leavin town see. leavin the country see. leavin me see.

leavin is a wacky business. it's as unreal as it is real. leaving is an action, a state, a mindset, a thing that is as well as a thing that is not. leaving puts you in two places at the same time and also nowhere, in flux. it is the eternal present. it is a mix-up, an always, possibly maybe as bjork whinesings. it is a smile that tastes tears. it is waiting, it almost never was, it may never be. it is irrationality. total lack of linearity. no ricochet. no absolute. it is faith. it is in transit. it is has been wrapped around will be, the cling for dear life in a rather directed free fall into tabala rasa white space.

it is he. leaving me. the we that was will be something else entirely. would it be so if we had constructed space into something other than utterly foreign land -- each of its miles squashed next to each other, piled on top of each other like impossible mountain, sprawling ocean, crawling desert?

hard to say at the moment. i just know i'll miss him.