tripping over my own feet.   just like thought.
 
 
 
like a novel sometimes.   but only when I look.

journey.

the word far is common now.
 
 
inside outside, is one of the illusions kept.
playing recursively.   time remembering time.

feeling I suppose, is my default.   like how some
might look sidewise, seeing me.

kindness.   written some might bigger now.
gardening.   on hands and knees.
that remains the gate.   grace, letting go.
 
 
as I am.
 
 
is there more?   another chance, is that the question?

yes.   no.

yes.   both.