Momentum dictated by urgency as the days pass fluidly
The ritual replicates day in and day out, the mud flows predictably
Into gullets that sit waiting for the screen to play a new theme, the inaction, gags.
How many ways can the meaning be embellished to barely disguise the flow of the mundane?
The bubbling has been consistent and now that consistency has adapted to the new rhythm,
Missing the point - entirely.
I am good at that.
Conjuring up the motivation and then sitting in the space between here and next.
The next needs runners legs to get it from here to away
From today into better,
From now - into 'hello'.
When you have grown accustomed to the interim your whole life,
It takes a massive shove of 'pissed off' to bridge the gap and get to where the getting is good.
The decommissioning of my watch has been long in the coming, and it is coming- no less.
It has been wrong to allow muscles to grow and then atrophy from the weight of their own inactivity.
Reasoning has been strong and what comes next will be the unbuckling of rigidity
To allow the mettle to take on loftier sighs,
As the bulk of obligations lifts higher into the atmosphere.
And the reconciliation of my emotional context moves front and center.
And to learn to become familiar with things like 'ease' and intimacy.
Resistance is Manifold.
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