the revolution of everyday life

111



moments of indecision
tended to be those
most pregnant with possibility

and hence were often
the most lucid

.

110



windowless
doorless
his home was many
and none

.

109



the most critical questions
he answered
not intellectually
but with his actions
or more importantly his inaction

.

108



then there were those stretches
sometimes days or weeks
when though still vivid
all seemed muffled
by the weight of the familiar

.

107



thoughts too had their forensic use:
to delicately dust for clues
of a missing self

.

106



tainted by the sun
he caught a glimpse
of what fed his sight

.

105



he thread his way
between the unacceptable
and the impossible

yet drove headlong into...

.

104



his life being a form of crude via negativa,
it was only through pain that he learned
not to confuse the abyss of the wound
with selflessness.

.

103



one day
while out taking a stroll
he paused midstride
unblinking
his breath apparently suspended

after what seemed a brief dispersal
he resumed his saunter
noting with typical lack of concern
that the unremarkable
often had such an effect

.

102



he lived alone yet
more and more often
he found himself walking
across a room
or down the hall
as quietly as possible
and often on tiptoe

.

101



though prone to such shortcomings
he hoped to never again confuse
the inexcusable with the unforgivable

.

100



exhausted by the mundane
one merely had to settle
into the banal

.

099



there were days too
when nothing needed to be said
when the game was simply
to watch the petals fall

.

Just so you know...

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