a comment, or something

this rant started as a comment

and became something more

more than thirty days of silence, anyway

so it found its way here instead

were it not for this schedule

concepts of time might be

entirely lost to me

for you see, even now

I've no idea what day it might be

well, is

it might be any of the seven

I suppose it some sort of training

for the inevitable

or just the gradual onset of

either way, I don't mind

forgetting yesterday

Were I to imagine my soul

to have hands of some sort,

and assuming those hands had fingers,

surely they would know

the texture of warm cynicism,

soft, then fluid

falling to my feet

I imagine it hard

and requiring something like heat,

an agent of cause,

to be melted and done away with

many a times, I've forgotten where I was

and have opened my eyes

to see where I am

you can never be lost, you know

though the world may lose you

for all that is, is you

and where it is, is you

what's sad is you can't help it

not run or tiptoe

past the peas and carrots

not hide behind the gravy

I'm sorry, but I've forgotten where I was

That said, whatever it may have been,

congratulations on your publication (:

I can think of no one more deserving, nor whose words

hold more relevance than yours

and I wish I could think of a more suitable word

than relevance

like frost

or spit

or candlelight and little soldiers on a screen,

marching side by side

like Mickey Mouse in black and white

oh dear,

I'm sure my measly twenty followers

have all heard of Hannah Miet

(I can't help but use her full name;

something like how you can't help but say

Morgan Freeman, and not just Morgan)

But for those of you who haven't, or who,

by some spin of Fortune's hypothetical wheel,

have found yourself here,

well, do yourself a favour..

where was I?