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 corners. 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.