hello, i am losing my mind. why? i've never had it
so good except i guess i'm older and a general
malaise is creeping in, like a rat that's run the
maze and scored a fat chunk of cheese only to
realize the walls aren't dropping away. the only
way out is the big hand reaching down to lift you
onto the vivisection table. i blame the weather.
that and wrist breaking toil of hammering and
clawing out hundreds of rusty but tenacious ring
shank nails embedded in water damaged 5/4 plywood,
on my knees with a downcast gaze, all life's
potential reduced to a square foot of floor. not
that i'm missing much out there, nothing but
clouds and intermittent rain for days, as if that
same big hand tore pages off the calendar
fastforwarding to winter. i'm not complaining,
i've never had it better in so many ways but i'm a
spoiled baby, a coward cowed by a limited pattern,
caught on a treadmill of repeating days, painted
into a corner by a color i selected and it's too
late to change. but then it shifts, a glimmer of
light, dead calm evening, walk to beach, high
tide, slip into 62F sea, a neighbor commends my
initiative and for just a second i pretend to be
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