Between freak out and panic..fabric modem off.

 The whatsapp ECG.

The ward is like a great wave, as things collect and gather; threatening to land on any shore, so often mine. I try to keep the centre, to live and give as I think and die, offering things, so many times- too much of what I've got. So I walk the plank soothing, and bestowing and smiling too much. Administering alms, touching forheads, blessing unsoothable babies. I like the space, and this time, it does not feel too much. The clients are moderated, there is no under stone, or dying thug, that wants to eviscerate around me. Maybe it is the mix of man, and woman blood, they some how, out hostile each other out, creating some fucked up some enchanted circle, where their monsters use each other for ballast. Today was irritations interspersed with adventures, the snake of traffic, coiling back to acton mainline, slow action, the challenge to walk, relenquished in the end to the slowly moving dumb forward, simultaneously hurtling us pieces into space. But some how I made it, and took the line, through early chores, and clinical come backs, culminating ina cardio reg whasapp hoe -down around 4. Pacing it was always about that, even on the way home, post coconut bounties, and nearby places to grace. I disgorged in to the plaza station, the platform, in the west, always a welcome arm, on which to to rest. Even now with the new ways home. Leafy late arrays,  of dusty crumbling leaves. Shower followed by removal, and then the calm, despite the blast. The world has coiled around it's self, it sits trimerous cavitating around it's centre. It is  the seedy run down decay of old majestic houses, that have given their best away. The world is falling in beyond the ears, it's silence has become a deathly motion. I fear soon it will snap, and in the blinking of an eye, lay it's self down all the way.