I’ve been a stone, or become one – whose hand tries to preserve the world and makes vinegar of the whole thing. Strengthen the opposing muscle, señor. Lead the ringing charge, is that it? Or just keep folding yourself into the meringue, As we Do.
This morning, seconds before I saw it lying on the floor by where last night’s meditation was, I felt that rising pitch of putrid loathing, that believed my wallet lost on the high seas of forgetting.
“Permission sought to be messy, Sir!” Insofar as it is a marathon of demands, “Granted!” And where it is a river in ravine in spring, “Washed On!” With the Wallet.
This morning, seconds before I saw it lying on the floor by where last night’s meditation was, I felt that rising pitch of putrid loathing, that believed my wallet lost on the high seas of forgetting.
“Permission sought to be messy, Sir!” Insofar as it is a marathon of demands, “Granted!” And where it is a river in ravine in spring, “Washed On!” With the Wallet.
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