Process. Repeat.

Slippery. Sliding. Too slowly. I wait. And down the pike comes the future. Slice and dice and once and twice, lift and swipe until caught in the lights. Not seeing, not reading, just feeling. And making. Creating, always digging. Finding more and more and more at first, and last finding none not seeing the sum. The brain spins round as you tour new ground. We meet and we expand, we part and somehow still land. Together. Too far? Tomorrow, there we are. Again and done. Zero sum, zero, one, none.

No separate, no end, no start, no pretend. No pretense. No rend. The stars light the deep overhead and blend the blanket between live and dead. A dark, a part. A start.

Future love dances. And lives. And bleeds. Shedding the trial, the difference, the weeds of mind that overgrow. Overflow. Join the show.