An excerpt from my notebook,
Rocks in Pockets
by goura fotadar
the nails are just at eye level: & the
system of danger dependent on nothing but your own self
dares you to consider poking yourself “in the eye”
“on accident” : what a terrible
dare for the non-reformed. In one of my pockets are
the blessings of rocks to add weight-bearing to each movement ;
in another are herbs to unstink each motioning of movement.
For true movement but cannot Stink.