Rewriting, Recollecting

What’s needed.

Revelation, but not a surprise.  I’ll continue on my Road – no other choice.

Tomorrow at work, connecting and composing, always a piece and shining in the music I elect to etch.

Have to find music in it, even though it feels like a repeat – a song I don’t want to hear again but somehow it plays.

Who’s pressing PLAY.  Who knows.  Doesn’t matter.  I’m with limited time, so I act that and enact more exact.

Cautious, careful.  Verse, each hour at night – this is ACTUAL fabric, Not a guinea pig, devil…

Just what the writer needed.  No questions.