What I Guess I Came to Say
(the video is maybe worth seeing, mostly because of the light that dims at the end, exactly on cue, which it did entirely on its own recognizance.)..
The practical reality of doing what I doseemingly impracticably makes me climbback into reinventing plans to mimic whoI think I was or what I did the last time.I believe I had succeeded: that’s a painwith little prospect of a gain: “again”is not a notion to rejoice in: but to feigna former me, to re-ingest some madeleine.to re-inhabit memory - may be the bestmaneuver I could conjure up to shoo ininconceivable catastrophe, to fail the testof being serviceably human, ergo ruin.the renewal of what had been an abilityI now had lost: to render calm accordfrom those so rageful with malignant incivility,no calm could now arrive except by sword..But that would be uncivil and untoward.Then, at last! I now recall their favorite condition.“Hit the ground!” I yell as I move forward.With great relief they do. They love submission..One twists and turns and burnsto find a serviceable way.I suppose that’s how one learns.I guess it’s what I came to say.