justwrite 30 april

it was dark maybe night but just a step away from the bright lights coming too fast down the around the curve the straights dire and crooked but mostly calm walled off from reasonable responses taking chances instead these are the days but they don't have to be and the freefall calls out deliciously with each viciously approaching alternative an opportunity to see things otherwise or not at all to wallow in the space chasing a tail that may have been cut off and scoffing at the alternatives again the options co-opting your chances and too fast cutting out doubting the sense of noise wishing not to annoy not to be annoyed by the wall whether it's pink or floyd or otherwise but to despise is to cry foul and i have no owls left to respond to in this view i am just going on i am missing the words to this song how many times have the stairs crawled up too fast have the casts been misplaced misplayed waylaid in the fading gloom the roman numerals eyeing up the arabic playing tricks with the equations i'd like to subtract but i'm not sure how much ought to x out those facts but i am lacking the eraser the spacer as a button does nothing for my hopes to rope in the most with the host of other reasons treason we all fall down