justwrite 18 august

we are setting aside what we've been hiding riding high on there are no secrets worth the pretzels broken underfoot and with that key word you see it's absurd and not worth interpreting but the news is not so the truth is just though no one is interested we are creating patterns that matter only in the absence of greater tasks the last time we put the pieces together the puzzle laughed back at itself its haphazard collection of edges the boundaries hounding the middle into obligation waiting for the station to change into something classical more approachable than those reproachable givers of advice winding up devices to keep them living stronger longer than the competition he who laughs the longest at outrage cages his own fears leaps tears over puddles and comes out dry i would like to point out the tension with fences at each opportunity for relaxing i am multiplying insecurity exponentially and all that matters is more of the pattern we are at the same table but the placemats don't make sense in the new context what's next is yet to be seen and i listen to my own voice over and over again telling that's not quite right unable to fight the urge to consider too closely and it's mostly an apology in the making staking claims on unnamed freight the unmanned weight riding on everyone's shoulders i would like to take on i would like to say i'm sorry for all that's carried and at the same time i can not set it down