the air, tonight, is peppered with a shift in thought,
an alteration in captured threads of felted thinking.
not yet being able to solve a solution,
or stategize the strategy,
rather, the task of identifying, is the first toe in the water.
a glance upward, diagonally across, and bending downward
is where i want to be. my 'x' on the treasure map.
no strategy can be given
no solution can be revealed.
just peppered air, allows for both feet to touch the water.
a step in the right direction.
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