X
is where it starts, less sign than our choice. Taking up the instrument of our
execution and walking his way, X is on us, rarely visible as an object. Nails
go in: lies, indifference, jokes at our expense. They hit the spot, transforming
into wisdom. X is more likely to be those we didn’t notice: X and their
stranger friends XX&X. We said, “See you in September!” busy making an
exit. Now we see them all the time. No more excuses. Whatever gets us out of
here, it’s him alone will do it. Sometimes all we want is water.
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