8.03.2014

Navel, Navel on the Wall

With care comes hesitation.  With hesitation comes doubt.  With doubt becomes without.

Will observe for art.  Will obscure forms part.  Won't deter prose's arc.

And I sat.  My turn.  When is my turn.  Can I stop listening yet?  Can I speak?  Can I be right?  Can I nail all the heads together with one metaphorically literal hammer?  Watch me.  Are you all as anxious as me?  Are you all sitting still, vibrating inside, like me?

Conclusions arise before endings.  Decisions descend before evidence.  I know I know, call on me, I'm raising my hand the hardest.

I have to start ignoring myself more.

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