Friday, December 6, 2019

Looking down & not knowing

what you are seeing but knowing that is enough to go no deeper.  It's akin to know when to stop adding spices to a dish.  It's akin to knowing when to stop editing a poem before it becomes muck.

1 comment:

  1. Drum along lest the song end too soon. All that was will ever be as she teethes the bone til noon. So far the story goes nowhere and yet the pages still get turned.