Writing 2020.06.03

Take your shoes off and throw them over the side. We’ll walk bare foot on deck and it will be easier to swim when the boat sinks. We can still see the coast, but it too will sink over the horizon with the moon. Flowers from the atoll. Horses pant and sniff like dogs at the biscuits you brought in the tin. Undercover of mint aroma take the bath of morning dew and oath of marble room. Bright in yourself is the promise of acrid nobility. Keep to the wiles and stay from the dagger mouth to the tops of the trees and each one will know their turn when it comes. Say a word for each tooth in your mouth and stop with the nonsense of thinking. A key on a chain around your neck to remind of responsibilities you have yet to give up. Roads leading down, through the forest to the river containing rocks that can break legs. Undo anything you may have laid down. It’s a spiders web to contrive of progress against the great and mighty wall of dusk. Being a mountain unto yourself as your mother would have wanted. The earthenware dish broke in the hearth. Bang your head against flowers of unknowing. And still the road leads down.