skipstep.......

 concocted from pure heresy, truancy of imagination, feeling human in room full of strangers, more so than houses of friends, strict baseline of peaceful instinct, a useful year of nothing learned but more

 forgotten lessons hard won in the passed, past, whittle at the sticks of humor and let rip the knife,  donkey braying softly for attention, to detail, brain calling for escape, the two shall meet on a dark

street, the symbols of yore, your symbols, eisigesis, semantics, symbiotic, slash and burn........

two days.......

sideways  to the left, frustration and unhappiness, looking for the blame, ending in a culdesac mirror image of myself, the pieces scattered and toppled over, although there is a desire for abstraction, the

 fear is clear, normalcy, nemisis, niceties, nationalism, the experience does not lie, and my identity beckons, choices made and lacking any  clarity, a baby struggles to sit up, i struggle with lying down......