over the space of wood topped shimmers of thought
a grey paper lined with scratched unknown unanswered
today is not the day to (insert action verb here)
though one must recall the accumulation of seconds
in a lifetime
many days of coincidence march
or linger

one must recall every exposed desire laid out on naked concrete wondering around pieces of language never quite aimed in any direction, never quite passing the required levels of professional status. i am of two minds, each shaded in another color depending on weather, history, and the pursuit of any possible syntactic strategy