2 march

plenty of notes on the day a musical interlude screwed into place by laces tightly tied and woven though anxiety and humble piety the gratitude for health and a wealth of opportunities to breeze down hills and will my way up when possible and sometimes when too dark to think through the true reason for such pursuit the breath and muscles rustling in an attic attacking shadows of reasons when seasons of sense shake weary wonder back and the crackle of electric push comes through at last casting out a long thin line into the stream a silver lure up ahead instead of blank space instead of erased sensibility the logic that can't be found hounding its way to a doghouse in some other part of town drowning sorrows in biscuits and rubber balls calling out for water for electroloytes and other bright imagined solutions the truth in sneakers and steep blurs of highlighter flashes the clash is with stillness for here all is motion the devotion to pursuit of self of otherwhere of thereness of presence and in this action i am gaining traction with myself i am studying who i wish to become more of i am chewing on the questions i find myself asking and the gravel that appears and the sweat that freely freezes or teases the wrong hair stares down the wrong eyes i am disguised from distractions for i am the only engine here and i am the only key i am the ego that drives this ship and also the metaphors should be more land-based as i chase my way through the earth mostly on the surface but legs don't know it they slow it and feel each curve as significant the difference so little through other modes explodes with intent as bent knees trigger reactions cascading upward and throughout the troutstream of rainbow wriggles that radiate through my body as i course with wonder with possible success and also certain failure at times the need to stop and the need to go sparring in throwdown harmony wondering why after all this traintracking i have come to this place and still face such questions but knowing the lessons are still learning still burning earning the potential such a word absurd always to my ears but hearing itself echoed here clears all decks and stretches wondering after next time the possible knowings and growings the audacity and more of surfing through structures built within and climbing up breaking down swimming through without drowning without swallowing more than i need to know i can get past and fly