February 26, 2013 § 8 Comments
not doing it became not having done it and then
you, I start feeling like you don’t know where to start so you don’t and it accrues, like age
the morning bird is back
the cat, not just any but our sweet sweet cat is still sick /ly
and the press needs a name.
and the, not just any but my gathering thoughts on the camino need to be gathered into a finished product, one might say book but book implies a fixed sequence, and I’m not sure I care, not sure it matters. not sure the sequence is fixed…but the not doing it is accruing like, age