and of bikes and riding: i think fondly of n. and the passing of time; i am increasingly inspired to go-go-go-get away from here. me: so unwholesome next to her sound righteousness. my debt to her: an impossible vacuum in which i will surely burn infinite. (still, i won't go down easy - i am no smooth elixir.)
with my palms outstretched and ticket in hand, i will cross your waters some day.