The Wabi-Sabi Writer

The day came when the elephant crowding the cabin corners demanded a name he said the words I knew from before  we were born cruel needful words proclaimed in halting hushtones of calm agony a slag-filled agony  too fibrous and exhausted to push further just one more  push against the edge of what we had become trust gnarled and twisted rusted and beaten into shape until the weight...

My mind is freezing in this winter  of waiting running circles so many  circles you would have thought I'd have caught myself by now But here there is little traction  my heart a pond glazed with obsidian ice nothing to do but lace my skat...