ProcessInfinite

Technical towel and roses,
things on my list to do.
Averages and lifetimes span,
included in this big to do
list.
Every moment savored.
Every moment lost.
What can becomes of this exit,
is a decision of what cost.
I know I can get on that plane shattered.
I know I have a choice how to be.
Do I sanction my creativity,
and hope
for love anyways,
or ignore my wisdom honestly?

These questions are not foreign to you
human
they name that secret gap
that we all think we are the only ones
that have
that have lost.
But really, it is about trust anyway.
A way of knowing nothing and moving forward anyway.
A way of knowing art and love and living together however it may be.
And letting go
to hold on to what we got.

To know we can do this
is all the knowledge we need.

And not hide behind translucent metaphors
my poetry calls you.
Calls me.

I have been feeling the urge to write…for me…again… a bit… recently.

Hesitantly.

Looking out between parked cars to cross a busy street.

If I could smudge this website, I would.  But it is mine.  No matter the juju.  But some changes may be coming. Because it feels tainted with things that no longer serve me.

Ambivalently.

So, whoever you are, stay posted.  The cultural metonyms confuse even me.  They just strike me as appropriate.

Stay tuned, wanders and loners, followers of the love.  Suzuki Beane is not finished yet.

Of anthropology that is.

The defense was successful. One more formality (the expected last revision), and I will be

DONE.

With this.