26 january

weary is a bleary state -- the darker veil to fall -- never more than half a step away from hitting walls: these are the structures we cannot build ourselves and yet the pieces are on fire as we pass them to the builders -- will anything survive? alive might be the better garden path -- guarded last and first of all by cattle called too low and episodes we couldn't grow with green beans left to fry and a come-and-get-it whyever cantaloupe and an artichoke surprise: spiking just beneath the eyes that have it and the dark that grabs it