Hold this space
Open for heart.
I speak into the empty room.
Echoing.
Do you hear me?
Off the cuff.
An improvisation.
This is how I like it.
Just rolling.
Thought to thought.
Hop skip.
Stop to slick stone.
Non of this is preplanned.
It is the moment
My thoughts
What I feel
Articulated and
Echoing.

And sometimes there are mistakes, missteps.
I try and delete those.
But  I crossed an invisible line.
Broke a rule I didn’t read in the fine print
(I told I can’t see worth shit)
And I can’t take it back.
(Hit it on its head. You on your. Me on my.) 
It stares at me.
And I worry security in coming to show me the door.
I’m sweatin it out, all over my brow, under my shirt.
I pray to a god I can’t see.
(please forgive me my trespassesanddeliverme…)

Moderator.
The ones who must be watching  me.
Empty room.
Consume.
And finally they remove it
But don’t reply.
Are they angry?
Disappointed?
I don’t know.
I never know.
They never speak.
(Should I? Do I dare disturb the universe?)
(Can you even figure this out? Do you even fucking know?)
The riddle.
(Insidious questions no re:)…
The answer is I am a coward before I began.
And remain. So.
Only brave boxing in the shadows.
Of the empty room.
In such a small frame.
the knick of…
Fuck.
Out of time.
Out of mind.

this is an postlude to The Woods. I’m still thinking about it, can’t get you out of my mind, and really that is fine…it also calls back to open letter which is roughly where this all began.