overhaul / undertow

Monday, September 19, 2005

life is but a dream...right now

Good things are in the making, but day-to-day life seems like a ball of yarn constantly unraveling as it rolls--overhand. Out from underneath, from within itself, so the ball rolls and transports itself from place to place, from city sidewalk to grass to broken blacktop, with no way of knowing which way it will veer, or even what intelligence is guiding its motion. And the upcoming good things are all in the abstract, unknown, uncertain.

I feel like I'm stumbling my way in the dark, feeling in front of myself with my hands--able to navigate each thing as I encounter it, but with no idea of what is looming in the blackness.


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