We Are at Sea

I am complete in the incompleteness around me. Arousal of senses forms a path for me to follow, and beautiful vista to gain. I compete with my own unity, and today, I find Mormon Elders on my way. A proper greeting of, "Good afternoon elder," can soothe such savage waters and begin an inquiry into what really happened around me. Soft light, that night and then there were trees. I have a very good memory for these types of things. The Line Deputy must have been in the vicinity because that is the imagery, and then reality that I created for him. I still exist underground, thus I find it a good time to experiment with the rifts at sea, the waves following me. I have made it here, and it is clear, that I know my own mind and always have. Sometimes my knowings have had to be unconscious, but I always acted according to the threats in society and vicinity. Baby of PEARL Harbor is not enough for the Japanese. They will now have to find their own enemies and strengthen their boundaries around sexuality. I sit with the lines of men living in a basket, cruel to only me, and I refuse to throw them all out with the winds of war. I work tirelessly, and their brutal cruelty is becoming sharpened, like a sword. Soon, I may find that I am highly adored. So many pages written, at first on page, and then on screen. A book is not my deed. Living myth is the chrysalis I seek.