Grow tog

Now an earlier point. Of family and birds, or weather: the grass is green no matter the sky. Trees will stand. Grow tog

Tonight’s the night. Is that so? Erik has inspired me – he does not end his sentence early or late. When the song expires, his hand leaves the page. This is living. Which is my point. This exercise – any exercise where art the art lies in the performance – imitates life. And better yet if it allows for an abrupt and unsuspected conclusion. Because some things go this way.

Now an earlier point. Of family and birds, or weather: the grass is green no matter the sky. Trees will stand. Grow tog

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