10 january

somewhere in the distance a path -- hard to see if i'm on it now or where the next steps dance or slide or cha-cha -- apples from the sky, rain from the trees -- all of the truths we held - evidently to ourselves -- the health of a nation and the state of uncertainty -- we're pleased to see some pictures of the past but it can't last through supper -- what for every single episode is a download of explosions and the whims we've yet to waft -- lost in the channels as the ads play on