15 october

effort of the kind that pours out when i open my answer to yes or the kind that's drawn straight through my pores - pulled more by force than any internal motion - i will spill out the thoughts i bought with experience of the delirious ecstasy of inspiration - but the conversation always returns: what did you give and what did you earn? learning so much chewier - the tastiness improving where the satisfaction grows - the crusty slice of rose-colored recollection: always in the direction of progress, still more or less forward ahead