Grasping

a reminder comes that as long as there is grasping there is suffering which is suddenly comforting as i sit awake near 5 AM and think who I can be, like a better person on Wednesday morning in the wake of Tuesday’s blast depressive ruin to all day bouts of slug and catatonia. a storm came thru of rain, fits of sneezes, then let up. I swept the front room, gave a bow. now I play a documentary before sun up this chilly fill concept all buildings piled on a slant of mountain with a spot of snow.