Salt washing away all the accumulants
Vomit vomitting out all the desires
All ambitions, plans, conditionals, "ifs"
seem to get discarded way
in the land of vastness and emptiness -
the land of fulfilment is up there -
but how far?
The wait is too painstaking and challenging at times.
The stage is set, the characters, props, lights, billboards
everything is there!
The moment of truth (collections of truths) is there but still far!
I am sure
You will come to me, drift me away, possess me, haunt me
challenge me, love me, fly me away -
and take to your land of certainties -
the land of explosions, strategies, methods, and contradictions -
of flabby sheaves which "perhaps" microlocally are rigid enough
to vanish some maps and contradict some strategies and
blow the river away - out from the realm of tangibility
my Mom and Dad are waiting for this marriage to happen!
The clock is "ticking"!
