1771

the end is the beginning,
the beginning is the end.
awwwwwwww, man.

every day, neighbors.
every single day.
even today.
it's all really happening.
real life unfolds like a love note,
passed down along many little hands,
each pair respecting the privacy of the appointed recipient.
there's a blueprint with heart-dotted i's in there somewhere,
and it's waiting for the right sequential series of bends and creases
to decode and decipher the secret universal messages written indelibly
in invisible ink.
hold it up to the hot fire and smoke ring ghost circles
of spirit and memory and maybe they'll leave their echoed essence
on it all just enough to translate and transform the plan
from preparation into activation.
this is blog #1771.
that's a lot of real life documentarianism.
it keeps occurring,
i keep enduring,
and there is only ever more.
it's all too much, all the time,
and that's all i'm really even prepared to ask for.
y'know?
...more.
that's the whole point.
not the biggest, nor the most beautifullest,
just more.
and so it goes;
never quiet, never soft.....