Going Home

 Going home.  We move from hospicer to hospice posse and all the posse permutations

That are possible. It is our calling, our vocation, one person rolls over and the next one in. 

You can see why these metaphors of matrices work so well, negotiating the new story, 

New narrative, assembly lines and robot rows humanized (as in monitored) a vocational.

Foreground vs. background which is richer, foreground man versus background nature

Richer whicher trope what language what Voice what Word which case what transposition 

Nurdle murdle polyurethane nuggets absorbing oil, what’s eating water what’s eating well

How deep is your Ocean Water is Life, picture a thousand words which picture would we eat?

Measure pressure, blood and capsule, Martha nurses, Mary rushes, bull Run and Roll

You never would have known a picnic dinner becomes Babette and roles out your Soul.

Save me, save me, save me, say farethee farewell with Chaucer now we march to heaven

Pilgrims, prances, Rudolph’s dancers, are our names our gifts, our mask and shields what Haven?