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Stopping Traffic a leaf crawls across the asphalt, stopping traffic carried by the same gentle breeze that shifts cloudscapes in the summer sky (slowly) and i wonder at why i can’t clear my mind like an escher-sketch (a gentle shake) sending my mind to ‘go fetch’ a moment of peace or even a small bite of now like some cow sandwich from mcburger place winding its way through my (what was that labeled?) ‘digestive space?’ because my mind is full and gravity’s pull is insisting that something be released or at least let go for a time before it is re-leased increased hours in support groups flower in my mind and remind me of times when all i wanted was to release it all (everything) but did i heed that particular call? of course not. i only wonder at why i can’t just start all over again (fresh page) (clean slate) i shake my head like an escher-sketch, but it only jumbles everything up and confuses me it amuses me to ponder why this thing didn’t come with a ‘flush’ lever like my toilet (somewhere) anywhere i find myself i’m still right there beside me, craning my neck to see what’s going on outside (while) inside the box it’s dark they’ve cut the power to my generation generator again on some pretense of ‘non-bill payment’ or ‘inconvenience.’ how convenient. and for the life of me, i can’t remember having even met bill, to say nothing of inconveniencing him so i get in my car thinking i’ll drive to escape, shake the thoughts loose on the wide open road and crawl out of a noose that i have a sneaky suspicion was crafted by my own hand one single strand at a time woven from thoughts that somehow got out of line and then i see a leaf wending its way slowly across the asphalt, and the traffic stops behind me.
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