and once more now, briefly

Chapter 01: great uncle bobby
Chapter 02: perverse excelse
Chapter 03:
Chapter 04:
Chapter 05:
Chapter 06:
Chapter 07:
Chapter 08:
Chapter 09: at the end of it all

great uncle bobby meant to paint purple his neighbor's car
so he bought blueberries, and fed them to the birds for a week
being of a particularly petty irish wit, he was, of course, successful
but his own vehicle, bright white, did suffer some in the following days
and then great aunt debbie was cleared to park beneath their streetside tree
said bobby, whoever put the leaves there can take them away. indeed

i think i might be someone else. i think i might be changing
i think i might be changing and my purpose all-over ranging

but it's a little difficult, you see. they don't let you be someone else for free.
even as much as others might not care, they pin you down to everywhere

there are corners to be turned. there are pages to be burned.

and so you have to do it underneath. up you shuttle. into the breach

everything feels like the end of the world, doesn't it?

but stopping the rotation of the earth takes a hell of a lot more effort than that.
i think what we're scared of is the fact that it'll keep turning. that threatening, dooming, damning reassurance.

oh, this concept of inertia...

and the movement is smaller from farther away.
the movement is smaller when we keep moving.

we'll look back in just the same way. we'll say:

my life continued on just exactly as it had
and i find that, all in all, it really wasn't half bad