"I believe in nothing . . .go 'head run the tape"

School drawing to a close. This blog is going to become very active as the summer progresses and I settle into a new environment. For now, something I wrote sitting outside and enjoying the weather and circumstances.

The past cannot be beckoned,
like, at last penciled into schedules
and reconfigured down to seconds.
It looms bigger than expected
and undulates undirected.
Swelling here not in happenstance,
but in significance,
can't remember names,
or better yet, knows they're all the same.