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unplanned steps on chosen paths 

move stones and twigs of looming success 

into shadowed piles of careless leaves

rendering less than nothing.

 

structured improvisation contradicts itself 

by obvious, self-satisfying misnomer,

reinforcing the dream-drenched stasis of now,

producing listless, longing baskets,

 

woven to store all value, left with a trove of

nothing.

 

no fantasy of resurgent productivity here;

no rerouting without powerful rake of thought and 

obliterating, ego-stripping expulsion of

weak, wishful self focus.

 

beginnings need not be immaculate nor ingenious;

new value results from bland honesty and

blind acceptance of the need for thoughtful redundancy,

and from the simple labor of self.

 

(March 15, 2024)

 

 

 

 

 

take this,

and do that.

keep it, and make it stay.

turn the some into the many and go back for more.

the thing is not the point, but the doing that makes things

is the living reason.

Is the reason.

 

open you,

and close that.

leave it, and call it gone.

save the many, and consult growing memory for more.

the trophy is not the win, but dancing toward the band

is the calming motion.

Is the motion.

 

feel breath,

and breathe cloud.

taste it, and remember.

grow a thought and return any change not wanted.

the change is not the object, but the leap that drops old you

is your wanted haven.

Is your haven.