sometimes you just gotta' row


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Oscillation. Cycles. Breath.

Acceptance. With effort of practice you become accepting.
When it’s acceptable.

Grooving along, adapting.  Catching a rhythm. Looking for the bridge.

A key-change appears that’s not in the charts. You lose the tempo.

What’s called for is accepting the unacceptable. The fine print shouts.

A listless encore. Dread.
Twisted sheets, senseless rumination and twelve-hour sleeps.
It takes all just to be.

Attempting to ratchet the forward movement, to lock it in, defies the physics of the thing. Wanting to not regress is futile. Believing it’s a force you can resist, folly.


Without intervals there is no music.

Written by glh

April 14, 2018 at 10:22

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  1. Good lines over here!



    April 14, 2018 at 12:00

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