Wall or say goodbye to Frankie

Is that a sequal? 

I'm on one side of the force field and I can see the storm on the other side. I am safe and well protected yet I am focused on the storm.  I am swept into swirling internally.  I am built to serve, to help, but I am barred from this hallway.  It is forbidden. 

And my words don't match my thoughts and those don't match my actions and all six winds are pulling me apart.

2 minus 7 is five for me! So I'll refocus and play a strong set into my ears.  I play this strong set out of my fears and cry out all of my tears so the sun can unfold that which remains hidden.  

Oh please unfold that which remains! I am thirsty for forward and glad to remain and enjoy this small part but this action unfolding is also enclosing on that which is to come...

Again I have no sleeves...

Walls

Not sure which way to 

Trying to build a wall but the earth keeps quaking.

Is the wall wrong or the place I'm trying to build it?

Either way a very big error is in the fix...

"Last lost lint" or "done but not done well enough alone"

That went well...though um

Yeah, I love this trust.  I'm ecstatic at the outcome of wait...

But I must not wait

Time is short though I stretch.      

It.           

Out.       

So sorry to back track but I can't wait.  I'm not...but....

What are you doing there?

With those laces?

You see I have these scissors and I'm getting snippy

The counter weights out pull gravity and terminal velocity and all nine reign deer put together.  

I'm trying to pull the beach closer but I don't have enough flight time.  Samantha used call forwarding to travel through time, but I'm not at that number.  I've only just learned my number and now I must learn to teach others what it is.  I've heard they have some kind of  vernacular for this, but I don't know it.  

What are you doing there?

With those faces?

You see I've got these thoughts and I've gotten snippy

but you take in stride

and abide in brotherly giving.  

Stop telling me confusing stories.  

I have demanded all but nothing but you have to stop.  No more posting cards. No more long threads wraping your hands.  No more wrapping hands through long threads.  My neck is mine and I'll do the turning thank you...but can you help advice me?

Formula for failure.

In truth I've given up. I've failed and I thank G-d for hitting replay every morning.  You are not so likely to see the cracks in my skin.

I ask one last thing, leave it on the window sill.

And never return for it. It's properly and delicately cadged...

My morning

I arrive early

The long lights have been closed all night.  Awakened into life at flick of finger and the tones return the favor. 

The initial "Plink" pulls the plug and

I'm washed in wistful wind.

Electric current curves with the copper and they lean in line to light up!

Random fluorescent bulb warm up

each flash with it own tonal quality...

And me

              without time or words to adequately capture the symphony!

2

Laziness disguised as determination, but today I burry the bodies. Today I return with cleaner hands. Hitting the round from point to point...I seek out this wrenching, this seperation of self from self. There is only one truth

And I crave it's revelation! Where does the curve of my wrist fit best to move this mountain? This is my place

I've bucked off the banks of this thin trail, but I'm ready for smooth and central...well central at least. 

Is anything really smooth?