How a bricklayer approaches a place where there's going to be a wall
All the places one may find a furrow
The times you approach a corner, better yet, the times you wonder what waits around that corner
There comes that moment when the phones you knew in your youth are gone
And so many things seem ridiculous
Have you seen what happens when hyenas get their way?
And then department stores, manual transmission, hell, internal combustion while we're making lists
YouTube videos of massive domino runs
On the horizon is gravity and old age and who knows what else
Time, time, mountains
The moon so very far away
Here comes the sun, here comes the night, here comes the sun again and the night and the sun and the night
Have you been in the harbor?
Have you seen it?
Have you walked the shore as the sun does all the things a sun can do?
When you roll up your khakis, grab wayfarers, and become President
When you roll up your sleeves and get down to work, and your hands covered in ink stains
When you take off your glasses and everything's blurry now but it's a cinematic indicator of new perspective and that moment right before inspiration
Or rubbing your temples
Or your hand on the bridge of your nose as everything falls apart around you
So much to tell every day you walk this Earth and surely long after, when you are wandering the stars and making all sorts of discoveries we'd never imagined
Location:Baltimore,United States
