Towards what, is this marchinexorable? The relentlessclamor of the days’ chatteraway, and I have tenancy in the mundane—folding the laundry while listeningto social commentary by thoughtleaders on the radio—a juxtaposition.I’m afraid, comma. Or, I’m afraid, semi-colon. Regardless, this shallow excavation ofmy thoughts, really so many thoughts, limping into words with what latentmeaning. I want to say… Continue reading May We, Then