...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D Thoreau

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -
T. S. Eliot


RoM 07 -  #7/9  Underground; Understood 

I’ve known people who have never left the state they where born into. As a soul may lay in wait underground, to understand the requirements to being reborn. I’ve known people that write themselves into corner. In life they pitch a tent in that self corner and become both the inmate, and the guard of the castle. QED. The second renews. Each second. Renews.

The lines barrel up and are swallowed underneath by the perpetual motion. My hands are on the noon wheel and the 4 o’clock shift.

Today I’m done with throwing something up on the page.


  1. Hmm... this seems SLIGHTLY non-sequitur. Or more than a bit meta.

    Either way, compared what you've been throwing up on the page, this one's a letdown.

  2. I disagree. Not all entries have to be diatribes. I understand the sentiment totally. Sometimes less IS more.