end point

we have almost reached the end point.

saddles set and girdles tightened. trudging through grey sky desert days. in absence of lightening, static sparks electricity. my nights are long, not lonesome.

if i could draw for you all the mundane revelations that have whittled into my skin over the last week, the sand would be scribbled with the spinning top that morphs into a revolution.

but this is a quiet revolt.

that which has shifted has found a new place. tetris settles back into alignment. not all revelations come cheaply but they make it easier in the end.