this morning’s random bright imperfection

I’m not much for discarded pages or perfection; no drama over trying to get it right; it ends the drama of this not being the place; you/one had refused it for so long, but you are already there, already in the place you want to be; but there are two days: today and tomorrow/someday; it will be left undone by day’s end or you/we will refuse; this is the rising of willpower to the hottest temperature, or the resistance to shame — — shame is a powerful motivator; one cannot be shamed who owns everything about them: secrets and secret selves are the things preventing you from ascension to peace and safety, permanence, enshrined in the hall of fame, and life becomes a cakewalk and bowl of cherries of helping others become their best and express their worth and earn recognition from this same world, the same winners’ circle — — all my writing is a concentrating of my faculties to want it enough; I have become more mature and I am young; these are somehow the words of a wise old man; Jessie saw it most recently, a love of my life; how analytical I become, strategic and planning, seeing the months, imagining interactions and relationships with landlords, financial and personal; a mythical planner LOL in spite of all the evidence I have lain down in my record in the computer and also amongst people’s hearts who know me — — now life is so simple, the basic rules revealed, the mathematics and physics and forces