Assays without measure
4/6/2023 no denying spring now
Assays Without Measure Con/Jur/d, 4/6/2023 A friend says, “We middle-aged mystics need to stick together!” an involuntary grimace and he amends, “Middle-aged mutants!” much better an active acknowledgment of change, the evolutionary impulse, the ability to ride the times, to see the appearance of the poison oxygen as opportunity an inchoative state where we ripen, rot, compost, pupate, create fertilize, divide, transition, try fail, transmute, transgress, transcend metamorphize and mutate as needed we were once assays without measure still are when we remember our mystery cannot be calculated, contained controlled or proportioned we just mutate
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/6/2023