I far prefer the universal synthesis because it’s easy …It helps my fragile mind, with all its burblings and gurglings, held – albeit sloshing – within its container.
It’s the fast track, life in the quickened lane, the high speed thrill ride that pushes unease down, down under the rim while allowing comprehension – and joy! – up, up into the throat.
Let me tell you … If it’s not whole, if it’s not tied up with a bow, if there are any flyaways or loose ends or half measures or perhaps or maybes or sometimes then I don’t want anything of it.
Because my mind is weak, and my body restless, and I’m itching for the green light.