(excerpt from) The Immomal Man Conversations

I am an optimistic man. Still, I cannot help but wonder just what they would find.
Then do not let them look.
I find times in between where I am a desert out at sea without an ankle upon which to stand.
There are fine times when even sailors beach on wry land.
When I was a child, I remember, the eye was easy and carefree, the needle tall as a skyscraper. Now that I am grown, it is a time of other places and a camel lives there.
Everyone loves a parade, but no one ever rolls twice on big decisions.
But big decisions make for small change.
Yes, even water will make a poor backpack for a duck. Autumn is, it seems, too early to V.
Then would you U?
Would you?
After hours, I could be convinced to work on most else, but not at length. Or lengths.
The aftermath of afterthought is more than mere numbers and theory.
I thought after somebody once. It almost cost me my job.
The night is a gorilla with a peach. Terrible and hungry.
Terror is the only real safety net in the trapeze act of danger.
I once designed a trapeze.
But an artist you were not.
Alas.
I will.