From the depths of great exhaustion.
Driven by integrity of purpose.
Not to take for granted.
Researching in the basement of the Pentagon.
Or at least a basement.
A very tough time with being strange.
But now in the land of no chances.
It felt more like another concatenation.
But this was perfect.
An episode of redemption.
In real life.
We are curious to know the truth of the numbers.
Failure and success and failure.
Such stewardship as to be rewarded for all eternity.
I lost my place.
When the ground yields nothing but weeds.
Luck would have it.
Her beauty graces the shore.
I am on and then off.
Switched on. And powered down.
I don’t have the answers anymore.
Is the answers.
Hard and beaten by the city.
What can possibly happen.
Take pains. Be perfect.
An old alley. Blind. Not deaf.
Jeff mute. Jute.
I don’t know the mystery of this progression.
I am the branches. You are the vine.
Nothing makes sense at a certain point.
At which you are cork light buoyant.
I have given the full measure.