a day

to be given the all clear at long last
this time to date has been far from fast
and the hang nails and blistered heals made for this day to come.

I tell the world there is weight to what goes unsaid.
Spekulate till the cows come home
but make sure the cows are not counted on for food
because they may not march to the death.

soundtrack becoming erratic and archaic in nature.
reruns eat ont the wooden nature of structured progress.

I've cut out the feet of this distance...
Speaking of distance I am so glad to have been gifted with it!
What a time and place to be!
What buildings to see!

rugslip and run into the place to be, but that is the nature of why...
keeping my eye on the notion to find the right shoe lace.

it all fits together with this blue scarf and Miss Uplate can rest that I've no offense to weigh.