pause pause ....picks his nose

As the sun descends I think about the loss of room number nine and how it all added up to gain.  and how twice nine really has been life for many.  At the edge of another loss that feels like many I can only hope the gain is as geometric.  A first phone call miss placed and a missed phone call finds last place I need space to take a tick.  as aaron thinks it can stop and want me to try some how,  I stand to steal.  beying pushed around by less than time and mostly a negative neophyte.  I strive to crack these shells I see all around. stomping at the beach but the sand eats at my boots to be bear foot.  I ramble till and wait for the copper covered hate crimes.  where is their rhythm?!