finding solace in the ends of things
finding refuge in the faint ideas of things
unknown places stirring unfamiliar
both circumstances aloft with possibility
the way things happen
I am at once feeble and strong. passing through time while casting a line behind me. hooking the past to keep it forward yet detached from outcome and hopeful toward result. noticing the business of now: in the unkemptness of my nails, hair braided in yesterday's importance. another line backwards, reeling forward that which has occurred: spurring memory on...