every hole dug has the possibility of total collapse
to know we don’t know is to understand the need for a specialist
i stopped in mid-thought without understanding why and failed to resume
sometimes a story has an obvious ending that’s still a surprise
we may be ready to let things go, but don’t know until we drop them
the first of each month we see what other people no longer value
gather in the shade of the giant cherry spoon where the island is
with transparency there is a reality we might not notice
what happens between when we enter and exit defines who we are
simple illusions will distort reality but never change it
uptown jack 