In between
If only I could obliterate its bias sense of direction..like when in between moves past center..How I wish that average pains of middling wouldn't scar like a projection screen..I plunge into the mind of the wind and feel that obscene sight of sound that just doesn't leave..How do you cope? Can you fight protection with cover? I've heard a system of adjustment is the worst kind of inaction...but can you find motion where there is said to be none? Who knows.. I know that long intermissions only leave room for restlessness, and I still find myself, most days, lying face down, drawing both arms up, and I never quite hit the water....I always miss, maybe one day I'll get it just right.