post 13 november

justwrite 12 november

more or less the fence I am climbing comes without directions except the general suggestion of up but we are wondering where the bottom goes as the height grows higher as it often does as the fire expires in the place meant for it and ignoring it does little to keep the warmth I am making up sounds instead of words and we are pretending to imagine that everything makes sense I am mentioning something of the kind I am behind in my catching up I am getting back into a groove that has all to do with records of time and place and musical space we spend together like our last dollars calling out foreign currencies and putting a hurry on the curry factor we are detracting from our suggestions we are making lessons not worth learning and the furnace keeps eating up the heat the rain puts out all doubts of drought and the suggestions we mention are washed away into the sea not the ocean for you see there’s a difference and the fish can’t tell because it’s a secret there’s a tax you have to pay if you want to play that game there’s a stain on the wall and I can’t tell you how it got there but it looks like a circus with three rings and no waiting there’s a statement and a rebuttal but our nothing is more than another answer just a dancer waiting for a song and the strongest stage will not hold the whole way through