Sometimes serious

 i used to think the transitivity of verbs was like romance i (a subject) take you, or you take me (as an object) defined already through transitivity. i take you (there) or i take (missing) (missing) or i play (the piano) then i thought transitivity of verbs was like valence missing electrons in individual shells,  filled up by an incomprehensible spdf rhyme-scheme then i thought transitivity of verbs was illusory i present (you) with (thing) i present (you) to (infinity) i shower (you) with (love) i pointed (it) at (you) and that i could say i sleep you to dreams or otherwhere illusory. or the sevan kaarak classes i could fit any construction in a new logic i play (you) to (infinity) through (trees) in order (to sleep).   we can just use language however we please really and things that aren't understood now can still feel like something. a new action-class is always just around the next turn from use

 Today i spend time with a child watch their cartoons - their stuffed baby animals their mixed race dolls, their female pilots their pink fluffy bears their coding of social reality and wonder about the discourse of their time. the generational ache of their era that i know will be gazed at, spotted correctly, and  narrativized using the material i see today as text. or as whatever has analytical currency then. i try to peer through my futuristic corneas at the back of my eye, where seers are supposed to see the future,  their gaze aiming at their own minds, try to look at todays material with tomorrows hindight but my eyes aren't in the future.  and what hasn't happened really cannot be told and so we live as fools hoping to string beads of sweat in a garland that we can chant passing, as time goes and our mind looks further and further back trying to find roots for something that was never a tree.

 i am jealous of the seven plant cuttings that i got from my friend one sunday afternoon - a succulent called vicks that smells like a camphor some spotted snake like leaves a chain like cascade with cardoid leaves some needed to be cut exactly somewhere for the severed roots to understand they cannot sprout as leaves on the underside that they are needed to draw water that they used to be something that function is something to perform not something they were. all this for houseplants that wouldn't survive a day in soil outside i perhaps send my hands in this soil hoping they will become roots and my ears someday become leaves.