I ran in the cemetery today, ran hard, just 1.5 miles—but as fucking fast as I could .  And when I got done, and revived myself pulmonarily against a respectable obelisk while slurping down a can of beer bubbles, I looked up and saw a metallic silver balloon uninhibitedly, stringlessly, and weightlessly cascading  less than 100 feet above me over the ever-dead (the Un-Energizer bunny) and I.  

*immediate psychic intercourse with my last post*

But that’s all right!

Here’s a secret: I wanted to run after it, float up,  and catch it!

Instead, I’ll descend.  I’ll descend 1 meter below your Unconscious.   Wait…

,,,   … I need to adjust.   Aha!   s-u-b-l-i-m--a-n-a-l  ,

At least I’m where I sojourn to be!

We must be friends.

We must stay friends.

Even if we can’t ever-life, we must  ever-trust.