Options are Initiation
Not yet yes, nor no, or what the fuck! What’s new or different looks to me like twins, future fantasies and predictions favor 3-card Monte, mirrored by past decisions of dubious consequence. Abandoned by the last one trying to be a wife she said I practiced with too much silence, and yes, I want to be contained, have a small immunity in practical anonymity as I can’t afford god’s hourly rate for private consultation. Every option an initiation living in a season of doing nothing. Letting it winter, needing time to thaw from once-warm desires, frozen attachments, and unintended consequences of fictions of success. No more harvesting karma and desires. Though I came badly to love there is still a world that’s largely surprise and I’m wanting to avoid all the miniscule assassins of memory and future guessing. I have a feeling this ending offers starting with anchors in untried stories. Arriving in infinite curiosity with a revolutionary love which lives in the waiting, in the space between the absence.

This was unusual and extraordinary!