5544. AS OFTEN

AS OFTEN

As often as I'm at my best, I'm just as often at my

sub-par worst. It runs like that; part of the same

equation's bolster and weaken, fighting together

to stun each other. The yin/yang of all things and 

the color of Life itself. 

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In the background, I hear someone playing 'Shenandoah'.

That old tune is languid and slow, just right for me

and the things I want to do  -  a crawl of some horn

sound or another I don't even know. It's nonetheless

redolent of hundreds of other sensations in me.

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The world is littered with skunks and odors. The

fine debris of blown-out train, tipped and wasted

while passing through some darkened tunnel. Everyone

on board, oblivious to their fate, just keeps on playing

cards while thinking they're getting somewhere soon.