31 december

upon reflection: this collection of days was a phased, through which i passed, grass on which i slipped and fell and set a spell to rest and run circles around myself and others - not got the druthers to reconsider or rework the engine jerking and the ventilator whirring - purring is no way to live, forgiving is harder than it looks, forgetting's cooking mental books into hash browns to dash around like so many ships eclipsing the shore while the chorus scrambles to tell if it's a tragedy or a comedy - the drama breathes into motion even as the curtain suddenly drops and the stage notes suggest potential tomorrow