ongonng

obligation. regret. temperance. (see dis-). "on-going" or ongonng.

if i let my mind roam over words (fallen boulders, many loose) - what subject (trail) arises?

i could cut down the rock-face, mad scramble. i could follow the deer path towards the lake (lined with mats of alpine flowers). i could head up the switchbacks to the icy summit (with much to see and naught to do). where are the pikas?

towering piles of granite, raw chunks of quartz, tan and dry scats. the wind here is dying down somewhat, it is high up, lonely, but pleasingly so - i am in a thin, high valley. no trees. so much exposed rock - i could imagine how this place was carved out by glaciers i coul

go and get a haircut. miserable, unruly hair. wanting to spread its constant after-the-fact. but there is something to it, this attractive fibre, esp. as it bounds and bobs down the street or past you at a party.

but the eye is a constant traversing of levels - we go from one detail to the next, crossing levels, bonus rounds, terrain. the microscopic world eventually taxes our attention, the macro lulls us to sleep (here the cosmic opiate). somewhere inbetween i figure this gritty blacktop.

antiseptic. cornered. a mauling. the little knots in the back ex
ploding.

and if this was a table of contents (as content slips in or thru (as neutrinos through the core of the earth)) there would be a sloppy tide, or gentle roll, depending on hwo long you've been at sea - a buck to port, a tilt aft.

a tilted port, a buck aft. half mass,
the island, the destitute
the scoundrel,
an insitute, an investigation,
the long corroidors and the plants in their planters
coffee cups
under artificial lights.