Slow

So I found the brake pedal, no I wasn’t gunning for a medal. I didn’t mean to be that one special, it was ‘they’ who made it official.

The sparks failed to ignite the source, separation not engaging the force, I needed to shred some papers, welcome to the lay to rest some favours.

So set ahead at slow, none on board knows where we go. Into the distance we paddle, and the sun and moon chase each other with or without me.

I can only do what I’ve always done, and be.

D January 2019

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