I've seen tomorrow & it's the same as the patchy glow of yesterday. The distant glow I was aiming towards turned out to be weak, washy, and thin. Though the days turned I had not grown an inch. What looked open had just closed up again.
We row & row.
We stay the same.
We're clutching oars.
We row & row
& reach distant shores the same as where we left & we're the same weaklings hesitating to give in.
there is only the grace of wind.
Tuesday, June 7, 2016
K CHARTS
Me: I have a full history of KINGS for you if you're interested in reading it. Andrew: Is it in a PowerPoint presentation?
Me: It's on a Miller Lite box. Andrew: OH there we go. And here WE go, KINGS. 308. 's go 's go 's go LET'S GO. It is 8:05pm. This is the seance.
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