Oh my strong distress, where have you gone sweet composure? Laughing at my feet as they walk in front of me, swim on through pavement and concrete. First sentence shall be final sentence. Never fringe on reality when it pours through the tips of your finger and palms. I keep reading and reading and reading and learning everything twenty five thousand times then forgetting it. In light my weak arms drunk from tranquilizers while my mind still speeds up. Faster and faster arriving at destination soon. Relaxing in AN easy chair. Rivers surging through the woods behind powder mill. I will most likely never step foot there again, although I loved it, it too is now gone much farther from my grasp. I want to drive to Maine from Nashville, I want to walk from Saugus to Danvers, I want to drive in circles around Boston then further south and forget about it. Paul Revere, the ghost of his horse riding fast through freedom trail, click clack, click clack, click clack. One if by land and two if…………………..oh woe is me. Famous for all to remember no matter when America becomes one of the rest. Rest now lay here.
wells July 2010
