29 august

lake water stalls thought -- laps up collapsing contemplation -- creation of paradigms to shift even before the frontpage ink is dry -- no headlines to be shared out loud -- unproud and knowing how this works -- or jerked though intersections of space and time to rewind every line -- to mine for information in each sentence, conversation -- step back -- paddle out into calmer quiet -- there is no need for deep -- there is more time to sleep -- stall out and watch the stars carve centuries instead of seconds -- a caught breath and a troubled sigh will die on those lips, be eclipsed by something new, and true tales be told: that story won't be old before its replaced by another disgrace of how-could why-would mystery of humanity -- we the undersigned and the undefined next pledge to hedge bets -- or not -- to be caught in what we ought and to disregard all else --