justwrite 1 august

having thought the way out there are no sideways roads worth exploding for in the sky and what’s more we are touring our own galaxies as the spinning keeps up and on and through we know and you show all the cards starting back at the beginning I would like to say that the tray of pearls has gone all swirly and the whirling collection started in a different direction I am in need of correction but the kind from within is the best and the tests will be passed in any sort of way that will do and it’s true that I have had some guesses and made some messes of the dreams scrambled in between the dark and morning but when I wake up the right way the whole day plays within the lines the colors and the numbers marching happily in pairs we are well aware but there are scattered signs we are fine and the caffeine grinds itself to a halt in the tumult of energy released teased from the bottom of the cup we are up to ourselves again our old tricks our new sticks and dynamite just as fresh as yesterday when you trip over your own toes you expose just enough humanity to open up the inanity of any situation to our common consternation we are embarrassed we are garrisoned inside our own self-images I will not jump down from the bunk bed I will not climb up I will flail instead either on the outside or visibly waiting until no one’s looking cooking up the right scheme to seem reasonable while it’s unseasonably hot I will be caught up in layers flavored to seem right while too tight and too cool are stuck in school learning their places no one wins races with this sort of training there are maps remaining to be examined I am considering other stratagems would there be visiting if something was missing and will we find the twine winding itself can we offer help or will there be others tugging no one’s drowning everyone can swim but it doesn’t hurt to twist the right strands a little closer together I am ready for the weather and prefer the whether to the not