21 february

in dropping the dots to map the run to chart the training the space remaining beyond the start is relatively close -- even in the most extreme distance relative the compelling sell is the from and the to and their sameness the sweetness of knowing as no wind turns frozen faster than the one blowing you away from safety the way we wake up in the morning together and think of the day ahead - stretching toward wins unimagined and some in clear relief, stark bleak hangups in the middle of the bulletin board refridgerator (i am proud and you are proud and this is how we show we are) and some still floating out there tingling the ether and the either or but what we've got to know is so small compared to what we want to everything everything so take this hand and read the record spinning winning a closed-eye audience [a preponderence of opportunities lost there as mine wink asleep yet wake ahead]