What are you doing? has been the line lately.
More recently it's been 'Singularity of mind', that in purpose, set and founded in direction forth. Yesterday I floundered and wept and it felt like scraping nails upon my skin, made worse by the beauty of the day. My very freedom was washing through the trees and bringing me newness from everywhere.
So today I am free. The lie has been that I am unaware or too aware, that I take everything for granted and appreciate no thing. But I have been made to drove, to follow forward with purpose and direction, delivering a payload (myself) to a destination I'll keep reaching (eternity). How does one step into eternity? It's obviously not a place you can get to, but rather it's something you slip into, or on like a robe. Mantle? The EAC, eh? Jump in whenever you like and you'll be carried.

i am a whore i do confess
i put you on just like a wedding dress
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle
a prodigal with no way home
i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle
run down the aisle

my heartshorn nickels
don't buy what they used to
tho they're not worth less.
values have widened
like bottoms
to consume whatever chair seems
most likely rest.
we are becoming like giants of old,
the ones they feared,
who lived in the land of plenty
and were fearsome because of it.