I’m OCD and
I’m anarchy. I’m beeswax and let it go.
Up with the
lark, then take it slow—
Mostly Assam,
occasionally green.
Breakfast
is the most explicit meal.
I’m up and
I’m down. Semi-colons and train-wreck TV.
Reminder: the
task in hand is worth ten in the bush—
Good idea … a walk round the block.
Spellcheck
the weeds, that moth with waiting wings
(Not all
moths are nocturnal)
There I am again. Sucked in by the archival stare of the
rare book room
(digitised for offsite access)
Or distractions from the stockpile of unnecessary knowledge.
Concentration
like eggshells except when it’s not.
Shall I Glad
Wrap® or maybe
afternoon nap?
Paul Klee said to draw a picture was to take a line for a
walk.
I’m reasonably
diligent, but sometimes not.
And I’m really not sure about all this sharing …
And I’m really not sure about all this sharing …
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