30 may

first it was an idea but then a thought and it caught up in some tangled loop: toward word or action? an equal attraction to each, to be sure, but no clue for the weary wandering mind, defined by its uncertainties and tragedies and plainly squeezed puddles muddled over like alphabet soup in a spelling class -- outlast your curiosities and you will be left last -- cast an eye skyward and you'll have heard the bending tendencies to freeze after an age or two -- but steady on -- there's a long time to go before then and when the circuit gets jiggered and switched there's an itch to be scratched that i can't catch the hang of just yet and i'll be there's a better way to feel