16 december

turned off and i am still turning away and beyond and it's okay if no return no earned pass to elsewhere to compare the steps taken to the days waking up and dreaming of sleep of the pace changing of the race rearranging to  different course divorced from sense and other unmentionables the unstable expectations and the lights changing to flash unsettling tired as expired coupons floating through the glove compartment sandwiched between assurances of insurances and broken pens and putdowns brushed aside