3 february

yet somehow it becomes impossible to see past and it falls flat before the door -- can't pass more than one step up if stuck in the middle which is to say there is no list to work through to burn true and bright enough with a bluff and a wink if you think of it but the trick is to settle out of bounds and come unwound in some other setting -- never forgetting we create our own future and more so the present and i've bent the barometer already but might still find hope for rain