25 december

forgive me if i thought something you didn't say was true but we carve the rules every day with our answers and quiets - our breakfasts and whynots - the toobusy we embrace and that we set asde - no one's lied but there are so many truths - useful enough for construction but reduction is equally sound - we ground our self-evidence and take off in separate directions - the missed connections and redacted embraces of ideas and otherwise are no surprise to the waiting wonderers - plundering sleep and hope and everything else stuffed undeep in pockets