Solace-sitting on a wall the world pulses and ebbs. He can’t get it out of his head not can he get it into focus. Once again-ebbs and pulses…
Still-the point where things almost are as they should. Soon a bird will fly off the wire and it won’t be still any more.
Rolling-using his hands.Taking the fruit of the field: dried, crushed, cleaned. Add water, add sweat, add salt. Wait for people to come buy them.
Order!-hey you there. I have money. I want, I need . Please provide it for me. I’ll pay you. You know I will. We have done this many times…
