16 december

oddly as we even up the scene we want less of what seemed more pressing than irons - all tossed in the fire like conspiring twigs afraid of the dark and anxious for ignition - what's missing is the storyline, the skip ahead choose your own adventure unmeasured by sticks or yards or rulers over us all - mine is the inch and yours is the meter: take me to task for i know i'm discreet for the making and under the taking - to give is to hope and to want is to leave a piece of yourself caught in the door as you frame next steps - stuck from the free and bound by the target