[8-December-03]
We all are;
it's everything, don't exclude what you can choose.
I sat upon the lid,
weighting for time.
Yet when ocean swells,
duty is to smoothly ride,
or else you'll walk in a mess,
confounding what you've found.
Go coast on latency
and the splendid conch that you'll spring to be,
if you'd stop heeding walls.
I could plant myself a pattern,
but then I'd land a label,
skewer a fable.
A lesson is always changing,
limited in least experience,
so lay out your maps to discover the town,
and when the chance is open, go down.