#78 … The gaze and the grasp …


Gazing, gazing, gazing into replicated delicacy;

one would like …

… a pensive mode, little concern, just the decoration (please), the sunlight, the quiet repetition, the ongoing distance, all those bits of actions good for happiness; some resolution eventually, some hope of a steadfast grip on protective surroundings.












But sometimes there is a fight to be fought, a battle – maybe not desired – but, nonetheless there.

No time for the sissy-shit.








There must be some moment  when the door can be slammed, confirming entering the confrontation or the withdrawal.  But then again, which is sensible, it is never quite clear.






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