
The new year is coming
coming to secrete a moment of a wanting generation
a hard cut to find
hanging and waiting for a ride
the future sum (glob)
grows into dismissal
Aux-lo takes the scraps of a discarded world and places them into arrangement. Never like the mass of agreement, never given the space or time. Auxiliary set low, for worldly planes, that crave a background ambiance. Never in need of the spotlit pop machine. Curious of the unpolished jem. pushing forward with burning books, agitating the normal idea that brought us here. Now is forever tomorrow the next!

Mère
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I am a visitor on this planet, I seem to have lost my car keys, map with detailed directions and something that resembles a compass. I am searching for clues, trying to get focused on my original voyage. I suffer from falling asleep at the wrong moments. I sleepwalk, I am actually pretty good at it. Most creatures I encounter while in a daze can't tell I suffer from this condition. A strange note to ponder is that I seem to mingle with a lot of others like myself. On occasion out of the blue my voyage is touched by moments where I actually wake up, I remember, these are the good times.

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Photo by Kevin Ertel, 2008.
"The ultimate measure of a man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy."
To kick off the New Year I am posting this little ruby, Can't Complain.
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