...grew into a bear in the forest of upstate ithaca this fall... 2020 vision skipped my sight when I entered into a dream of words that flooded my spaces so that I had none... so that i was ripped into a wind so intense it kept me going in circles and flying into an epiphany of sorts... sort of like the end of the world dystopian novels i read before i wrote them and then read them over and over like a bible that would somehow get me out of this predicament of wanting and not getting over and over... that's the problem the buddhist teacher said on youtube and i listened to crying in downward dog... that you want... that you crave and avert... so i rolled some forage finds and smoked in the commons... staring at the muzzled pedestrians giving me wishes of death and not the evil eye... cause they didn't want to be me but be without me and i got it cause my smoke ended and i was still there and lighting a hundred would still nto pass the time so i leapt up and down and said hi and by in namaste... did pushups and kicks... worked on drop backs and chakrasanas and wrote furiously... hoping what i couldn't grasp here i could in writing...
