Thursday, April 13, 2017


This is factual matter, aphorisms of the
real. Not a make-believe froth, not a
veil. I want to return here more than
anything else. First one: If you go where
you can't get in, you'll find there's no 
way out. And another: As high as the 
water goes, that's as low as the water 
recedes, so watch out. Enough of that
for now. Here, give me your hand; even
I can read he ridges. It's simple. You
will keep living, until you live no
more. Do not seek the room that
presents no door.

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