BROKE THE BOUNDS
I broke the bounds of all my horses, and now
everything's running free - them, and me. I pretty
much do nothing worthwhile now. Awake with the
morning light and before, I can pick my hatreds and
annoyances for the day, and go from there. I burrow
down with some books and my dog, some pens and
these keys. I can paint and fabricate to me old heart's
delight. I hope it holds out - got lots left to do.
There are still things I won't understand, yeah, but
now I can stop caring about Man : foibles and fissures
and issues and wars. I don't even know what anyone's
talking about any more.