fuck_the_past_kiss_the_future tender_square if i can scrape the weight the sky sheds with a shovel, if i can lift sodden flurries of a trillion worries and heave them from the path i need to see—even if it’s only a single step in front of me—i won’t weep for every footprint stolen back by time’s famishment. i’m heading into the heart of the unknown, the unwritten, the unsung. and what a story, what a song will be born when i arrive. 220203 ... epitome of incomprehensibility I was shoveling snow today and I wasn't thinking about this then, but I should have. When I'd read it yesterday, I thought, damn - the shape - the interior rhyme - the ending. 220205 ... tender_square thank you, e_o_i, for such generous compliments!! 220206 what's it to you? who go blather from