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Lost in The Trees, “Villain”

I speak, but say nothing. Noted for a skill I do not have but just appear to possess. A prize of false perception; a quill taken and held high. As high as those walls there in the distance, the ones just beyond the glenn. The one in which the zephyr sits so solemn in its ghostly dock, fully covered by the Spanish moss dripping, dropping in its gravity down into its death.

The fault? Oh Yes, that was mine. Wrought with good intentions, I just didn’t keep the time. I stalked the ground for seven big, brown years and found the circle comforting. No fear of losing compass, no dread from the unknown. Just the constant left-bound motion of a path so tried and true. A ticking, a tocking, an ever-present hum of deadlock finding favor in the absence of a choice.

I will go where I will go. Nonsense pulling triggers where safeties were left unlatched. A cascade of destinations just beyond those walls. A cacophony of options too numerous to understand. Easy enough to find, harder to enjoy. With that whisper of decision upon the tongue tip, trapped in execution.

A fatal pause. Another lap around.

Two Sheds, “To Be Alive”

There are things I wish I’d known, but didn’t know enough to know I’d want to know them.

That perfection should be an aim, not a goal. That the things you lose will define you more than the things you acquire.  That one day you will reach for something and it will not be there; will no longer be produced; will no longer be relevant. And that this is the essence of aging. That home is just a concept, and timbers too must fall. That apathy will paralyze you, but fixation will do the same.

But of all the things I thought I knew that I didn’t know, the unknown knowledge I wish I’d known the most was…that words are just signifiers. We are the ones who assign their physicality.

Distraction

Morning Commute plays The Hotel Utah on Wednesday, June 15th. Doors open at 8, but if you get there earlier the food is good, the bartenders are friendly, and the history of the place will absorb you. For $8, that’s not bad.

It’s human nature to stray. If not in body, then in mind. At least from time to time. Which is why you see my gaze soften and stare away. But it’s not you, it’s me. Just me chasing shadows through the recesses of my own regrets. Rephrasing attempts left undone and muddling the things too rigid to affect things as they should

So, no. I won’t be able to make if for coffee because…