how funny to skip a year-
not noticing it
as though when skipping one notices the sidewalk for the coming breeze
i suppose i was out living it
but wasn't - this year of the viral waiting, and the oppressive gloom
the dread and the disappointment - ever pinning hope on...
...something
but it's never over, a thing that never is- n ' t '''' 'h'' 'hv' hvh' 'b
'this terrible year is coming to a' b' -
even with the marks we make, patterns obse b'.. something
rved in the upper right
even then to left
there's barely a tuesday. barely any it - a life, seems to have some limits there - but hard to see them, from,
ah.
and so, voila, and it's later - that's always been my tune: "tomorrow and"
whatever's coming i hate it
now as often, i'm refusing sleep, as i would, a bad dose - "you'll
have to hold me down" i say
but know, come time, they will
so
that's been a theme (or a coda)? a cod a a c o d a aaaaaaocoadao
messages hidden in messages in plain sight for the reader who won't
like meshiach
come
and it's ok
i'll wait the same
but not
forever
born into a smaller world - without much use for me
and it all scaled up
same ratio of use. now connected to the whole damn
not really of course
the little inlets of water
smells of breeze over *just* that *rock* not so present
not so linked
except in the way of stepping back - funny that - how -
in the dendrites all dancing - the things seen and the things not seen - both - held in the net
onl y th e thing s not . conceived. . o O are
absent yet
so we wait
the year end
the reader - savior page in the book, with a bookmark savior place, s+h green stamps
or the new leader e by the sea
new way shore
day h b
it'll come when we all ells
but it won't ring in
anything
funny ha ha.
still, the whole of it, gets on, somehow, with usu tuohtiw
from the beginning of time.
from then. we've always been. WE. because. don't let them tell you otherwise.
or else what