we all know it. we all have differing amounts of it. we’re all doing the same cha cha cha! we’re walkin through a waterfall, and we all at grab the same things on the other side we reach for each other and hold our arms up like victors as our horses bleed the horses being wednesday and saturday they are the times we have left of our beds needing many more hours with our loved ones and knowing that the street is not as us yet, unable to stop moving we get one snap in the eye of it all to say it all- and hell maybe that helps maybe the heaped stimulus of work has it’s time now to give us that hammer we need to know that our lives are numbered by irriversible clocks that untwine in the furtherness of how we will be so for now we are given an untidy space, with a number to say what we mean before we’re driven away.