the entry signs and the exit signs, the failed roses you bought at the store, the hard knock lessons you learned too late what for the novels you've read and the text-books you skimmed,
the nimble sparrows hop, chirp, peck and congregate whatever headlines aching head and joints lurching walk and lurching talk, the mind perserveres peaceable Rasputin
beat-up pick-up trucks and worn out ideals acid rain and gasoline rainbows anathema anathema watered down philosophy and feel-good irony, the great metaphoric marathon
a few concrete miles surrounded by a sea of sagebrush and varied farms, a vast algaed lake patrolled by crass working class men harvesting algae to sell
reason is like gold, only so much more valuable and so much deeper underground under layers of hubris, under layers of fear and dullness, under layers of pretention and emotion,