looking past to see what’s behind and finally understanding why

right now, on the mind,a crazy lading leading a race against stuntmen while off set there is a certain cafe.

then the nail driven, three times when before the first blow I already knew it would be done

some sun, some warmth, Zulu music, a corgi Thor. a cabin wall. and yes those little bastards had to die.

it becomes easier to be, floating along with a concept of time. being and being with a bit /tint of reason and why.

and there in a room where others sit waiting, laughing/knowing there is an empty chair in the room.