Where do I stand when the middle slot is occupied? If time was made parallel maybe a face would be glanced upon, but only in passing. Careless outings have me spoiled and willing to sacrifice security at the expense of circumstantial instinct. Under bleak conditions out here in the mercy of Mother Nature a smile sneaks past my lips. Back home that endless cycle continues to turn, but I am made a missing link. A fugitive who broke free and is now in hiding for death would be more pleasing than to be locked up again.
July 24, 1999