Necessary connection

The silence stretches thin between the rings, a forced cordiality coating the for this necessary connection when the rush hour avalanche spreads sheets bleeding numbers.

It is simply the holding the thought

this shape of things.

grand structure, perhaps,

the minute required focus

that must be

the pause

that signals attention.

utterance be tailored,

Even here, in this space

cleared of immediate crisis,

Awareness

the self tethered

a land where the wind dictates your path,

where fences are suggestions, sometimes.

Possibly a waste of thought

The wide-open sky, the asphalt

toward possibilities of Freedom,

word given heavy where implications

Are comprehended

what freedom of thus within the landscapes

demands a straight line,

and the outer world insists on detours?

On tours of existing

this constant self-editing?

Do I dislike the living status?

The slow creep of obligation?

The knowledge with compliance?

Or is it the opposite, a strange borders,

to find deep, satisfying peace within the carefully constructed boundaries? Instilled is

These lines on the road of these daily tasks.

the regulation,

the neat stacking

of expectation,be here behind

the walls an outs that define the breathing submission,

or this finding of grace in the accepted pattern.

But the phone a low frequency

and I am caught again between the unstructured truth and the practiced whisper that keeps the wires unpassing passing

The self says one thing, listen

To the voice on the line for another.

life feels heavy, strangely arranged.