fell asleep and forgot the title

words to respond to, few and far between, but still they must sometimes wait because it is not always a good time to focus outside of myself, even when i have time to spend online reading and writing... most of the time is spent waiting for responses, but that is not why my responses are sometimes delayed... there are many reasons for silence or for not responding, pondering navel being a frequent cause... but tonight, the reason is the babbler insisted on flushing out some of the synaptic storage pipes by letting the fingers run around on the keyboard and hence, a dozen or so entries in the babbling places, like right here, for instance... see me, feel, me, touch me, heal me...

and while the missing remains a black hole surrounding most everything that ever was and swallowing up most of what may be, the music still flows as i strive steadfastly (quixotic fool i might be) toward the me i left in the tapes and boxes all those years ago (and hope is all there is to return any of that to the real thereal, so many pieces of me out of touch, it's a wonder i know where i am at all...

listening to you, i hear... i really ought to be sleeping, should be as well, but here i am, bobble-head babbler, toting the line and lifting the bail of words and dumping them all over the babble paces, but mostly right here in RealTime™ of all places (pity the curtain people, aye?)... and even though not a creature is stirring and the words wander and fall into the void (as opposed to the cone) of silence and wondering, and even though the eyes are drooping and shoulders slumping and head bobbling and fingers pausing only to wake suddenly and realize the words are still flowing somewhere (so catch them, dammit, don't let them get away), it might be more fun with you (but then, how would i know, aye?) the party continues cuz, just like the mountain, it is there (and it can)...

i know there are just too many words flowing out of too many orifices at too many times in too many places with random entries popping up in random places seemingly out of order and it's not fair cuz the more you look the more you see and there seems to be no end in sight and you've got a life to life away from the babble, after all, so all is forgiven... not everybody can be the one (and if it takes forever, i'll be waiting with all the songs in the vein bleeding loyalty and devotion (seconding that emotion)...

and then i fall asleep in mid-stroke (now that is comfort beyond words :)