I am intrigued by how words mean when we imply that they do,
how they tend to break up across the rock of accountability
and in the soup kitchen of the unconscious.
Do you know what I mean?
gemini existence ... never the same, twice or only...this is not only a nice haiku, but also a nice meditation on rhythms, touchstones and ground; thanks!!
. . . and flight . . . Thanks for f l i t t e r i n g b y.
lots of us flitteringby... where you been???
Gone anon, Jon.Thanks for checking in.