Updated: May 20
It's always been a work in progress, a delicate disturbing process. To see yourself with all these faces, envisioning the lovely places. Dissect, deliver, divide and conquer. Pleased to meet you, why do we bother. Trading treats tried and true, and in the morning click renew. Devastating, damn near recycled. Images of motorcycles. Men in masks, women retreating. Stereotypes we're always greeting. Forever more and in between, energy of what's not seen. Pajama parties, sleeping slumber. Candy canes and Roger's number. Never needing nothing
nearly. Gosh, I miss my family dearly. This took a turn, a shifting river. I'll only leave you with a sliver. The deepest depths of dives we're digging, fall overboard or grab the rigging.