One world to the left

by on December 31, 2016 :: 1 comment

A new blood pulses through my veins to the off time beat of syncopated disbelief. I am trying to establish a rhythm, a rule; but, it eludes me just now. There is an incorrigible effervescence just below the skin on my cheeks. I am changing, melting, melding into something unrecognizably grand. I won’t be long, I’m just around the corner, one world to the left.

editors note:

For any New Year naysayers. “Yes!” comes right, from the left. – mh clay

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