as it should be

With precision I mark up the boundries. Fluid yet defined.

The morning emerged like a dawn should. Refreshed. Bouncing through the house. I am revising lists and angles. I am asking for nothing but honesty.

There is an urge to carve quickly now. To push with full force into what I think might be. I am muzzeling the dogs and tethering the horses.

This new thing is fragile. Startles easily.

I am vaugley europhic, depsite my anxieties.