forgot a fold
Edinburgh
Scotland, UK
a moment's rest and a little mechanical restoration so far away from mechanical engineering look at the labouring mess one can get into when affixed to a rock still equipped stocked a moving path has me acquiring a moving stillness internal calm sending an already present tendency toward aloofness rocketing into the sky as though i am sifting through detritus of a civilisation moving so quickly it cannot perceive the gaping cracks and slips over the ground upon which it moves great grips on the earth for acceleration and then cracking at the fluid air atmosphere i keep a watchful eye at the sky so as not to be caught underfoot here in an about turn an abstract half way point i stitch up jeans and acquire a shirt breakfast a windscreen in any hope to further advance the protection from the erosion i am yet to bear there is still an essence of dialogue seeking robes of protection a layer between it and the world something physical to be worn out and down before prying winds may catch a hold of words and tear them asunder or worse spread them the world over surprise me with the similarities between the stories told by birds and those by stones if it is of any comfort to you then yes a concept of you a manifestation of intentions focused as a body still pervades conscious thought
hello
leaving a bread crumb trail for the future construction of self to delve back over and discover from whence it came because a birth can be so traumatic that any sense of prior context to arrival is obliterated from memory i never had a good one at that anyway so let the shit pile up in the corner i'll sift through it later and even if i don't its physical presence its assault on my senses its wreaking smell will be an effect on present conditions of action faux decision making
a short stopover
alright catch you later
where the sun never sets