Get back. Get way
back. Get to the rear. Get to the bottom, the bottom of things, the
matter, the whole matter. Grey
matter. What’s the matter with all the
grey matter? Why is it so grey?
The grey, it is the undefined, the unfinished, the unclear,
the unsettled, the unfigured, the mysterious.
I know that I cannot be all things, all the lovely things to
all the crazy people. I don’t have the
gift for making all like me. I don’t
understand where I am in life. Where am
I?
Just do it. You dummy. No, okay, I’m not a dummy, just a stopped up
soul.
Get back to where you want to be. Yes, you.
Wake up. Sleeping, stopped up
soul. You have everything in front of
you. Everything you need is inside of
you already. Be ready. Stand ready.
Go steady.
Floating, a floater, I’ve been a piece of beloved, blown up
beach plastic, stationary and drifting, floating, but with no purpose.
Don’t have a say, just float, I get told. Just smile and take the spoon in your
mouth. I spit it out and go my own
way. I will go my way. It is a good way. I trust my instinct.
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