my life spills over with wonderfully good experiences
those in the now (but always including the before-now) … and the good i intend to soon realize
heading toward eighty amazing years (yes sometimes with a rain, uncontrollable reign without rein, of tears)
and a continuing on into the mystic
“we were born before the wind
also, younger than the sun
…
let your soul and spirit fly
into the mystic
…
i wanna hear it
I don’t have to fear it
and I wanna rock your gypsy soul
just like way back in the days of old
then magnificently we will float
into the mystic” Morrison
sadly, badly, madly (i suppose)
i am enjoying life along with the strife …
joy, oh boy!?!, even after being banned–for six years and onward–from seeing my eldest netos
for having a toxic personality
and this other component of the martin family who’ve shunned me
(a normal sector of homo sapiens)
is comfortable too (yes it does often make me blue)
as they quickly sail through the mystic
will there be change?
sure!
but will it be an about-face to this silliness
of barring intra-familial cara-a-cara communication, consternation, interrelation, cogitation, “transcendentalation,” neo-creation?
no! … i think not
we’re all too cozy with the show, the snow, of status quo … despite discomforts
moreover, humans are inherently illogical, abnormal … inane, insane, inhumane (especially me!)
as we up-quarks/down-quarks/electrons quantum-mechanically float/travel at near 700 million miles per hour … through, into the mystic
…………
… wait … ??????????
guess we can’t
as we sail into the mystic
pbm
7 S’s / VV->^^
