A Net Worked

My life took off without me
While I was left behind
The distance and direction
Getting harder to define

I had lost both goal posts
Could no longer find the line
Wandering around chasing
Tracing circles in my mind

My wife’s hook off my jawbone
Before me open road
The distance and direction
Helped dissipate the load

I could see the sign posts
Nearby every node
The crystals in the casing
Circumventing the code

Solid morals dogmatic
Of each and every kind
Leaving my defenses
Discretely undermined

My life laid out before me
Deeply etched in the rind
Each distance each direction
Epochs had passed defined


Fish Fry Day

For forty. Or more? Again.

I’m often reminded that this is the lenten season. A time of fast. It goes by so. Hunger for sustenance and devine inspiration just as He battled His own demon. God of this world. A difference between me and that long missed other Son. He journeyed out into the wilderness to mark His metal. From whence I have returned to attempt a marking here. If I can find my metal. In this new forum. Upon Cyberstage One. I gave up my splendid isolation. I hope for more than forty days. In return a new creation, well a Cocreation anyway. (I don’t get red letters but at least I get a red underline) Cocreating, with a little help. That help is much appreciated. So I’m going to acknowledge and show gratitude. To the Creator. In His Lenten Season. As it quickly comes to close.

Thank You !!