WITHOUT CONSTRAINT
Floating down a sluggish stream
under bed covers. It’s night and
Trail Mix tempts. Kersplash, a fish.
A whipporwill’s call. Can’t share
Trail Mix with a dream bird.
Comfy, moored in the here and now
like it or not. Like it.
Here it all makes sense.
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CONUNDRUM
Don’t say why, say how.
Why pre-supposes an
unattainable degree
of reason, as in Truth.
Happiness happened
in graduate school with
wonder and growing edges.
How to grow more before
I stop dead? How?
And why?
NANMYKEL.COM 
Thanks, Ned.
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