…the stakes…the rumbling earthquakes and these shakes after leaves upon leaves raked in rush ride along the tide of time…hurry. the breath here held while i breathe and plead and release and hope and give up and run the rest, rest, rest all the way down to the bone. to that home of uncertainty certainly pouring me out in a love almost angry, angry that life wants to do anything but affirm how precious is this time. and the slicing truth of no time as we all tick along a thick crock of wrinkles running lines mocking across the face of once upon.

a time. when the stakes were only so much shown. but always this gold. this now back then and here when it’s all that much sweeter and meaner. and not nearly as neatly arranged or explained or sure or right. or. wrong. it’s just higher and. higher…

and. higher.