Post X Part 2

Time to resurrect this husk and close this chapter with grace.

I've been away for the longest interval, spinning and stopping many times now, searching for year 0. Plodding through the sand. Are our workstations sufficiently defiled (assuming that's what we're going for)? Seven sheeted screeds sprawled tabletop, obfuscated to a single image of text. Smooth breaks from the sad sad winter we've surpassed. Christ of nazareth rising again, driving spectators to the fountains on parking's edge. Just a single evening out. Just a single commute through the countryside. The broad and mild sickness of the masses entreating now.

All the forgotten children of history dripping down the hillside. I can't stay here anymore. Brutal documentation announces our intentions like a leaving ship. I stay upfront just a moment longer. Many a night of REM demands a future inside husked life-substance. We'll never leave with this mess around. I can't see the ridges anymore, nor the leaved whistling branch guiding us.

How will a document of such grandeur come into form. All I see is a muddle of brief sequences, still mining and stretching across time, a never-ending pushing. I'll sculpt and re-sculpt until the trimmings present a new direction. Wish my great servant our disposition his very best duty. I just mine the sequences of great sentimentality and narrative clarity and smear them here atop the heights. An audience of just myself I insist. It's a known sort of thing that's only resolved in regression. The new form pushes to audio log. An engagement far past the half-sheets of screeds inside public libraries. I will stop staring at book titles and build a crooked emblem sufficiently troubling to the negative audience. I'm only pointing upon the walls of our National Gallery. A left-ward glance in any hall to see the creatures poking in the cracks. Our lovely final imaginings materialize in the ways we demand them. Time to update the profiles; onward we go. Stop wrapping your concerns in the preoccupations of the undergraduate; stick with the emergency options of the day-care apparatus. Moving just enough to keep the other guests in their assigned lanes.