Composed

I arose gradually this morning and composed a day.

I arose gradually, this morning in the bed of my pickup, and composed a day.

The day is a rare one, and one I am inexperienced in, although necessarily one I should be happy to recycle again and again as I age.

I made my coffee, and peering through a scrying glass to see peers across our globe share unique and demanding skills, I had been inspired to examine the changes I'd made in my surroundings, since this period a year ago. One solar cycle carries so much space.

Composing a reliable day, in essence, requires abandoning some ideals. Daily experience has led me to realize my base assumpcións are misplaced, and hence so the imagined scenarios of social order and relacións, long imagined, that could place me securely in a role I had aimed for.

My composed day should, more than any glorious or prideful aims, be in the least a possible one, and one unburdensome on my energies. Human social roles change, as commercial scenes demand, and perhaps human social success may also be changing in appearance, from embodying pride, to securing a much more humble peace. My composed day is here included:

I arose gradually, this morning in the bed of my pickup, and composed an essay.

I recall the locación I landed, the miles spun under the rubber shed a day ago. Grasping on the final breeze of dreamy psychosis, I spin and reach ahead, leaning through the cloudy fog of days to come, as the glen I parked in exhales the dew it soaked in through the cold night.

I made my coffee, and peering inside a local pane of pixels I laboriously press on, my rythmic cadence reaching to encode symbols and small shards of logic into a memory card, so I can soon send messsages along pulsing radiación, to be echoed in grand display across some-anon's unseen screen.

My coffee expended and recycled and sealed aside, and my organs pushed to their peak gear, I clean my body upon damp cloth and roll from the bed to do some physical drills; my muscles happily engaged in an exercise they occasionally hum in my sleep.

My social obligacións beginning once those of my peers are ended, I am able to spend a couple hours searching a map of nearby businesses, or else lend my hand to building my innocuous mobile home; the fading green of my car-plant reminding me of how small psychic energies, once made physical and properly cared to, repay the same generous energy again and again, in small doses as they labor inside their binds to oppose decay.

Near dusk, the roads become dense again, so I'm happily in place and parked near the peers I pledged the day to. Perhaps I spun more miles, by car or bike, and surely more are needed to de-urbanize, to escape before sleep claims me again. The roads and radio programs drain my mind as darkness drains the sky, and perhaps I am held conscious for some hours in the grips of the animal sounds around me, as I compose my dreams of more days to come.