-
yeah.
there's just so much going on in every pot and planter in this place.
i mean it.
fresh growth is going off like foliage fireworks.
there are new roots shooting off of every sprig in here,
and there are buds and blossoms outside, too.
i can't help it, neighbors, i like it a lot.
a whole Folk Life & Liberty Fortress full of reaching new life.
it's expert,
and it's happening harder than ever.
i take a small dose of comfort from the fact
that at least something is branching out, anyway.
y'know?
because i seem to have stalled in my own forward momentum.
and that's no joke.
not much gets a grumbling grudging gut response like getting behind
when ahead is the only place all your full head of steam is supposed to be headed.
right?
all the drive,
all the ambition,
and a series of seriously sh!t-salad circumstances synced together can still
unravel, unwind, and undo all the headstrong headlong juggernautical navigation
built up by giving ground long enough to gain traction for a fresh new running start,
in less than one afternoon.
THAT'S a hard style, kids.
but,
it's nothing new.
i've got this expansive manse full of flowers and powers and plants-
like a flowerpowerplant of positive energy,
even if that's waaay more happy-hippie-horsesh!tty than i'd ever all the way buy into.
uh huh.
the thing of it is,
this place is my recharge.
old, busted, and dope, just like me,
we're fostering new growth inside our framework of fraught F*holery.
ouch.
real life unfolds, with plenty of pratfalls and pitstops,
and eventually,
it all pulls together to reveal a bigger picture.
hmmm?
no.
not a bigger better beautiful picture, either.
just more of all of this.
that's all there is.
grinding away, day in and day out,
wondering where the plot twisted off of the charted paths,
and diverted into a hard-going mud-slinging swamp-dwelling slog.
the Fortress is my sanctuary,
the rest is an unfair fight;
never quiet, never soft.....
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