All is done. The set-up, challenge and discovery are in the works; in the past, motion; in process beyond alteration. Nothing more to add but bits and maybe pieces of paper. Get your photo; who cares at this stage? The demise is old beyond any reasonable healing perameter; it?s too late; beyond any reasonable recovery period. Forget it, you lost. What is the time? For you to get out quickly before whatever else breaks, because with this record, it?s not whether but when. Get out from under the yoke. The village needs water but your shoulders are narrow. Here?s a pencil, put that yoke down before you hurt yourself; not cut out for job, not your job; stop pretending to be someone else. Settle and move on... Phase IV: time for the Master to gather the reins, test, see what is left. This is what you do; what you?ve done; what you?re made for. The wheel reversed and the pressure had it?s last hurrah, but you?re old school now; been here before eons and eons, no-one else matters; recoil has happened, time the wheel starts rolling, the ever-present unstoppable wheel; turning; churning, passing into the fore; no turning back; embracing pain and surety; wanting to suffer and laughing through its false pretense; we are not numb, we have just passed through the threshold from limitation to the open road... I rode 20 minutes on the bike yesterday; it all came back; the ancient wisdom, deep, fathomed far into soul; begging for more. Yes: we in stage IV; the wound is set, share of infection gone; there is only power in motion...
