Much of my life's ongoings I will write as truth and publish as fiction,
And reading as fiction you will say is too outlandish to believe.
Now if I can get to hand-writing and hand-styling things,
And not dwell even in the face of the worst, or fate of all things,
See, if I try to tell those ongoings in real life then who would believe?
You can't explain that much in so little time,
and have to cut off excuses or the heaviness of it all at some point.
It's just between all of the paper work and office sittings,
and studying of the motions and responses to living.
Somewhere there itself is life which does not take resume.
It does not take nostalgia or embracing studies or doing anything
that is not the present, factual, breathing of the alive.
The right now to doing.
The creation, the spurious,
most of all what all of most are fearful of,
The Heartfelt.
It is not cool, and postured.
It's clumsy and scraped,
a thing at any time.
The professional world can't count it out,
We aren't absolved because we "check in,"
to remove or numb the heritage of the energy of inspiration.
What others study
You must DO.
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