in the midst

nothing ventured, nothing gained.

what’s happening is forging its way past all uncertainty.

I never knew it would leave me feeling so dependent.

On what, though?

What can possibly sustain these looming patterns?

I’m so tired.

of what…?

the constant threaded stitch unraveling.

The lack of knowledge and common law which would allow me to swoop in and overtake, capture, and cultivate every thought. It’s getting serious now.

In a mild sense, I outgrew some things.

The desperation for beautiful surroundings.

Crafty.

The undiscerning well-mannered fuse.

Once lit, it’s capable of the extraordinary.

Reminder that this isn’t for me, though.

Call attention to the sky,

give him praise, the Most High.