Hyperbole & Mischief – my silent moments are not distance.

So much of all *this* is hyperbole, or mischief, or profundity, or missives, and musings, and thoughts unclear & certainly immaterial.  It frightens me at how frightened others would be to find something like this truth, or look down those dark slopes and assume all is lost.  So much of life is whimsy, so much is passion, while moments founder in nebulous pools and the recesses of frightening caves, all is not lost! Friends! But I am not pinning notes to doors, like I am not *seriously* pontificating the lack of value of my footprint and hug.  It’s all relative, there’s a time and a place and I am not of this time, and this is not the place to post professional concerns in a mad hatter world of literary prowess, tempered happily by delusions of granduer….

I am not picking maggots from my teeth like you are not losing a friend’s sanity.  HOLD STEADY, for we are here together, but I think you are remiss, and the captain is not as lost as you may fear.  Their is mirth and ribald jocularity…. your furrowed brow will be lightened…. for life is but a joyous adventure, and we have yet to take a worrying turn.  I am steadfast, my boots planted on hard planks of timber real and rugged.

I am no more a fool than you are worried onlookers.  We are all in this…. and everyone is right.  This is just.  Your concerns have been digested, your bemusement has amused.  Please sit rock solid with trust while wayward contraptions of life work their charms.  You and I are here together and all is well.

But do not let our course here engage your senses, or worry.  It would be foolhardy and a waste of time to think of me as him.  The Scribe of a Lost & Found Gonzo with ostracized nations …….. is not meant to be for the world, and is never meant to be worldly.  It is meant for here, this place is like the hallows of my mind.  It is not for human consumption, and cannot exist in this day as anything but madness.

To carry these sparse words from this page, THIS PLACE?, to your eyes (via some unspoken connection) scrambling up nerves to your mind and your seat of perception…..  it’s not right.  I mean them to be shared, but they are only yours to perceive and maybe not yours to process.

Allay your concerns!  Relieve your perceptions!  This is but authoring, these are but meager thoughts in fanciful jest.

Love me too much to let this world’s clouds fog your mind’s perception.

Or love me too much and let these drift from consciousness like chores from the afternoon of a weekend’s busied brow.