things that are lostthings.sometimes i wish i could go back to earlier times. it seems like as we move on we have more things to do. each day we lose a little bit of that time, the hour of the pearl, when flip-flops flap over the pavement and the sky extends its blue tendrils into infinity. the sun is beating down as you skip the highway crossings. a serene thoughtless expanse in your mind matches what you see, and some songs you hear in this state will never dissociate. and then you walk in warm rain into uncharted waters, over small rickety bridges. sometimes you stare up into the faded orange sky, and you just look, for the sake of looking. and then the pat