Textling #43

My sitting flies over the ocean, mostly. Hallway rambles count as strenuous exercise. Dreams thrive in early morning light, bold visions that scare and scatter soon as energies wane. For best returns: watching and waiting are detrimental/instrumental…

How do you envision a meaningful future, how do you connect, engage, compete, keep learning, when all you manage is minute-work? Patience is like a predatory beast. If there’s an Order of Perpetual Pining – I belong!

I have a carer now, and suddenly there’s help with food and baths and room to bloom a little. Time to draw capers in the air. Junctures. Chances. Curled on the carpet I aspire.


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