It just seems to be that kind of day,
possibly only here: possibly only me.
Where there is something about to change
....about to shift....
and I'm all a'twitch with the crab crabbiness of the juncture.
Kierkegaard used to talk about the anxiety before to the leap.
"So what!" I growl, stumbling down the stupid rain-wet road,
wishing it worked to live life
with dark sunglasses and earplugs and blinders.
To pretend something comes of whine whining
about one's own poor poor situation.
But no, no it doesn't work.
Not at all.
If what you want is to be alive and awake and aware.
So get on up, turn around, and shake yourself off, for goodness sake.
Stop thinking so much.
Just stand your own self up,
and get on with it.
Inch by inch; row by row.
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