Completely alone, I redefined the boundaries of my life and yours by proxy I jump ship I crash in gentle solitude amongst a gentle solid of fallen leaves and rain. A storm depends itself on my way home lightning crash, flutters disputes scattered mind reorients itself on United Methodism, a crash, but steady arrhythmic, swollen unruly sun hides behind the layers of cloud, thick thick with the drenching modern supply of 1000 lifetimes I reinvent myself in this downpour I cast off the burden of everything that is behind me. I create my day, bowling and gentle poetry. I am empty. I am clear Day.