undo

i sometimes wake myself speaking to you aloud from my dreams

the Lake carries my voice
in one direction, west, at night;
if i’m being truthful,
in sunlight too

do you hear me in your sleep,
or when awake, in your perfect nest, your perfect, structural roost

no rest then, no rest now,
“be” or “do”,
and, “do” won out

fruition

There is no possibility of self-directed evolution without tangible, material exposure and palpable, psychic vulnerability.

Fruition is not guaranteed, but neither is the familiarity [or longevity] of stasis.

— kt, february 2017

If ever I fall to dementia or Alzheimer’s

I might blurt out all my

deepest secrets and desires

and my darkest shames

Let me tell you my truest truths now

so you won’t feel

bewildered, surprised, stunned, shocked, repulsed, or devastated