The hand was out of hand. had to be beaten by the other hand.
I see those that act it out for me. And I reach out for the chance to read some seemingly articulate repose. Some balance that leans off into getting the work done, getting the right act.
Watching the part I was through what others second guess that they are so right on to the way the sequence goes.
This is all in the tangle I know about, and dance furiously with.
I know about it, and fall into the morass.
I know about it, and struggle with its facial warts.
I know about it, and watch as it pushes me into the person I act out as me.
Life on earth.
Words and Images by nyaituppi