unfamiliar territory illustrates the allure of conservancy, the oh so delectable taste of routine so as to avoid the unexpected, years upon years of no parking sign blight has formed a thin film of cynicism and an affluent lifestyle, distance with a jaded vocabulary, baby steps are irrelevant until your feet can't perform them................
the infinite rhythm of luck tumbles on like so many cattle in the gates, waiting to erupt in a silent peace with panic in the eyes, i would like to diminish my role in the creation however this would allow for easy forgiveness of sins and the haunting past would mean nothing but blurry blear, cheap ramblings to be made up to suit one's fancy.............
slow to recover on the sharp side of the morning, the return of slick sidewalks are cleansing and welcome, eyes are hard to open with the lack of moisture, life is returning from a slow sleep, legs are tired from running from bad luck and now there is either acceptance or denial.............
driven by past accomplishments, laurels rest themselves, new awkward movements embarass and fumble over their feet as they are too quick in excitement, for hours the sun struggles to make way and against all odds it will have it's way, i would like to try again............
to search for the magic formula seems to negate the whole process, removing attention from what is in front of my eyes to what is behind them, movement, motion, emotion, the attempt to classify and categorize is futile and pointless, it only seems to underscore how much distance there is between "me" and reality..........
although it seems plausible, balance never seems to be achieved, the concrete ceases to give way, leading to broken bodies and slippery slopes, birth and death revolve around a firey ring in pagan revelry, not caring to much about ideas....
disconnection of the family unit, has allowed the ancient art of raising a baby to be lost on me. the most simplest explanations are lost in a sea of rational muck, hosting complex theories and abstract cause and effect. there is much to be said about learning through observation and practice. my lack thereof, because of my separation from my family, is the root, i believe, of many preventable tears and a break in an ancient line of wisdom...........
