Monday, November 23, 2015


The Mainline has a tendency to kill. I sit instead
in comfort within the library of my mind. There
are rows and shelves for everything  -  bring those
Dewey cards here. We can rearrange this world
within just by changing categories.
There a silence, too, in this mainline thinking :
the bend in the road goes nowhere, but no one
knows that yet because one cannot see around the
bend  -  all is unknown, yet darkness has the
only light. I am willing, now, to place a bet :
I will see a thousand different things before
this night is over.

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