Fishhook #hastag

FISHHOOK #HASTAG

Fishhook

First cast

First piercing

Of the heart 

Of the soul

First Frost

Rime Ice

everything fractals

To the end of time

Everything sprung

Pulled 

Back in by spider’s pull

Spun in a wrapper

Of its own

Its own rapper

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CHOICEPOINT 

Standing before the choice point becomes the reality of the day and moment

Choosing the time first, then the direction, then the means, each matters

Narrowing each, stacking them like Lincoln logs or these days Legos

Hard to use the word or thought balance just yet but necessary.

The butcher stands before the slaughtered carcass 

Becoming an artist on the delicatessen line drawing the shape

Of finesse out of raw meat (only you need to stop reading here) a design

Becoming a set of suggestions hidden in the warm wood the cold hard stone.

Each point becomes a person, a tool, a semblance, a positioning of the artist’s

Tool, the diamond cutter stands before the gem, preferred edge emergent

The light filtering through ever more truly more clearly defined

Before the raised hammer, the poised chisel, the cut.

Hidden no more the very fact of life not now about

To disappear but ready now to jump boldly into sharply etched

Perfection, returning again and again to artistry and agency to choices

Made and celebrated because Yes, even like this one they give Different Life!

The answer is Yes!

Just Now

Answer No!

You know how

The the answer is No!

Not just yet

Answer Yes!

Place another wager, Bet.

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