springing ahead.

ate that hour right up,
the springtime savings did.
somehow saving an hour tonight
by losing a sliver of sleep last night?....
we set our sundials ahead at 7 p.m.,
so as not to forget about it later on.
so really,
i was living in the future for 7 whole hours.
flux capacitor, indeed.
what did the time/space anomaly do for me?
well,
we watched a grim, bleak, and depressing movie,
ate some quick and easy dinner,
and i almost finished a book before i fell asleep,
at the same time i always do,
excepting and accepting that the alarm clock alarmingly read the future time instead....
i still woke up at six,
but damn if it didn't feel like 5, y'know?


this morning i got a-crackin' on the arthur-making almost immediately,
after tea and toast,
and only just stopped a second ago.
i'm gonna try and finish this fella before i fly off to full moons
and full friday triskaidekaphobias.
of course,
if i don't,
then i don't.
that's an inescapabale truth, ya'll.
you either make it,
or you don't.
hard-style matter-of-fact brutality.
that's the infinite nature of What Is.
i fail a LOT.
but,
i also have a hand in a whole mess of goings-on at any given time,
so on average,
by sheer volume,
i succeed more often than i tank it.
it still hurts when i don't make the magic happen,
but i look at it as a positive thing.
if it doesn't hurt when it doesn't work,
then how invested in what i was doing was i really?
y'hear me?
if it doesn't matter, then don't do it,
and if it does,
do it as hard as you can, for as long as you can,
in as many different ways as you can.
until there's not much left but spirits and memories.
real life always ends up as ghost circle smoke rings at the end.
use it up,
wear it out,
make do,
or do without.
that's some wise washerwoman wisdom up there, my ninjas.
and it's the big bad action, an' that, if you know how it works.
after every harvest,
after all that toil and trouble,
and after the full-bellied hibernation and preservation,
once the feast is all used up,
you save the seeds and start a new situation,
just as soon as it thaws,
or before, even,
if you know how to trick the temperature to jump-start all that new growth.
heart-wrenching hot fire,
all the way past the 1-10 scale, up to eleven,
has got to extend the growing season a bit on either side....
an hour gained,
and hour lost,
darker lights,
lighter darks,
without that bitter, mutha-uckas, you know....
if you aren't just being dope,
then you're missing the point.
-where we're going, we don't need roads;
never quiet, never soft...