Daily practice

art, magic, kindness, loving temperament, the mask of zorro, training the eye to follow the hand, gross telemetrix, ascribing to one worn plate of glass whose edges no longer cut the face of a photograph, grasp longer strands or straws or camus stem curry, duke it out with me on filigree street, press those hands toward the center of balance, corruption treating yonder wiggle as worms would have it, every day taking those 5 minutes alone to frame all possibilities, carry them along on the winding breath, solo craft, destination core.