27.10.14 - 9:17 a.m.

reinstating my disbelief after its
suspension built a shaky hanging
bridge, held me captive, optimistic.
the southerly road is calling--the sun,
the native ambivalence. that article
asked why so many cults spring up
in LA, but nobody from there would raise
such a question. it's the warmth, the possibility
offered by pavement spread out in every
direction, the endless same tomorrows.