work flows

it was that kind of day where the work just flows. and you lose your day to the work. you step out into the 'hood at twilight. appreciate the last light. i forgot to draw my curtains today, i guess that explains it. the rest of the world omitted from my periphery, and consequently from my mind. the tide low, the moon at waxing point, i sludge through the wet sand, my mind recoiling from a rude unraveling, like a ball of yarn, [did you catch that accidental reference], [bjork is in my psyche now], [that tells me a lot]