Step outside so we can talk about the weather.

step outside so we can talk about the weather

i want to be genial.

sure it is my opening act and how the audience is warmed.

it is fun

and to the distracted-- my exit is close by.

but you have charmed your way into my first floor

and I have quieted down and studied your steps.

reality curiously waits above you; waiting to come down for some tea.

But you are tired; you have thinned yourself in the material.

'step outside so we can talk about the weather'---because from here i cannot be too comforting.

not sure what my meta is for, you say.

no time to think about that, you nod

you need it direct much more.





taking ten things out of a hundred

and giving just ten to them all.



you are everywhere

but never ever aware.



let's step outside

where I can still be cordial

where you can ask for it as long as you need.