amazing how the lava sets, suddenly all that rushing red is rough,
all that new wrought iron, is waste, is rust...
but then I cut some old cord,
some minor albatross,
I feel light, I feel limber,
like heavy timber floating down stream,
all of that gravity melted,
as I float like a bohemian...
shit happens, but when it happens,
there are ways, there are means.