In the midst of turning towards a six by six saga I danced on the back of a beast. When the moment struck the asphalt like a match on a book, I came alive. It all makes sense when the spark breaks the colonial darkness. Guarded shadows flee as the cherries set chase. The dried out limbs of yesterdays harvest writhe with life as water rushes forth not unlike the gushing of a head wound. It’s here that I respond in the guttural tone of old heartache and tired thoughts.
Trekking down the erroneous one-way towards disability a beggar stooped over a sign creates a rubber neck as I scream by. My mind is filled with a vast, heavy nothingness giving me all the sense of direction needed to change the plot. Hold fast as the ship changes course. Two words is all it took to find my feet travelling in a new direction. Two syllables in two words and I find myself wearing an old hat. It still fits much like the shoes at the back of your closet. Stay the course. And here I thought I knew nothing.
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