it came so fast in all the ways it could the details past of where and what i should be doing have done have been and begun. then when, it was done, again, then it felt like i would understand all the words coming from this man but i don’t and i won’t not, until i do. this road to know is filled with unknowns doesn’t say where it goes, it knows no’s like blades of grass taller than our cities of glass but densely packed, few ways to pass. i hear my best guess for a yes is pushing through to that which is new to me just not to you i am in your land; i’m beneath your hand. but to understand i must hold that hand trusting in its humanity believing it will lead me bringing me the peace of a time that won’t come fast enough by trevor currie all rights reserved