the details are lost in the slouch of back and twist of words, still in love, lusting for the motion of passed movements, a thankless endeavor, optimal, looping feedback that extends from here to

there, an everywhere experience that concludes in forgetfulness, the wash is in, separate but equal......

 an effort everlasting in effect, consequences flowing farther afield than the foresight would have, this is to be the first of many and to last more than a few minutes, hope filled and full belly withstanding,

 the cries are heard out of doors, one can only guess what happens, happenings, happenstance to which witness is bore, duty calls, imagination, upstart, upstanding, raised right, left to the whims of fanciful

flight, running represents rebellion of the kinder impulses, should the mirror ever talk whilst listening true fruit would follow............

 standing under six months of learned latitude, a sideways moving sidewalk, ten years and two days, and dare it be said, two weeks, this life laced up, holes from past lives lived in conflict, a desire for fame

fortune and none of the above, the destiny of man unresolved, woman, person, an objectifying look at what is no more than a moment,  definition in motion, never to pinpoint, for there is no point, give back or take back................

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......

wanderlust........

thoughts consume another location, other than, other then, now, hard working time spent on diligent escape plans, the two sides bicker, wrestle, moan, there used to be, nostalgia canceling now, but it

 works the other way too, commodity of time spent like water, with regret soon to follow, sickness invades an otherwise safe house, running rampant, installing an appreciation of the first breath of the

morning, time was that ability sat somewhere between execution and name dropping, now and then, the push and pull of the everyday, the social and the fabric, what is and what could have been..........

the action of inaction........

 the meantime streaked with pangs of guilty privilege and wasted moments, the soul sucking feeling of unproductive thoughts, eye burns, weariness, the time honored tradition of can be done, will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven, the chapel once aflame now undecided, election year dramatics, irrelevant but timely, a steady but slow hand could win the day with tiresome movements and kind words, these here laurels need no more weight...............