And the day is a process of delusion.
One wakens with some clarity then layers gum onto the eyes as the hours pass.
Gum from yesterday.
Gum from an imagined tomorrow.
Seldom a care for what’s afoot.
Almost always an emerging misunderstanding.
One is supposed to arise and clear the gum of the night’s dream.
But he carries that dream forward like instructions from a therapist.
Or like enthusiasm from a coach.
Because we live in an era where we look outside ourselves . .
. . when the only true guidance system is within.
