The corrugating dynamic of a brand new start. Something like a half-life, so radioactive. If only one could buy some time to get down to the grime of life that one offers like glue.
I’ve been forbidden in my dreams, spiraling back ten years. It’s been that long.
To my surprise, I’m alive, well, and on time to all my appointments. For this I am blessed, but for what I have to offer is gracious enough to say: not much.