Tuesday October 1, 2019
do we ever get used to the leaky faucet, the drips in the sink, the host of sponges soaking up every word
do we ever stop lounging in the face of something pressing, like launching, or standing back up, or sleeping
it seems unnecessary to get used to any one thing, all the changing that might move in, all the new stimuli that arrives
why do we beat ourselves over the head with what ifs that sound a lot like an evil twin plottingg against what we know to be good
will it ever go away?
i’m talking about the push for peace and that is all