Not Writer's Block;

I've been away for a while. "I was out of the country on important business"…Sanity. Gorged myself on seafood and chocolate sauce. Dipped my junk and exfoliated with sand. Reminisced on the innocent devils and temporarily pickled our livers. I'm back from my "Bahamavention" and gleefully living apart from rush hour. I'm not on vacation; I'm on a whole other trip now…I released the irreverent irrelevance that was daily….Change…because there's no choice else. Stripped down and floating in the deep dark sleepy sanctuaries missed and here again. Tomorrow has no formula and I don't fear that. Under the stars, not even a faulty space can fuck with me. I can press harder, I can even resist. I am no longer holding a toxic primate as a pest. I am naturally nocturnal when I don't have to live Dolly Parton Working-9-to-5-style. I am presently dwelling on a different future where I no longer seek the glory of fools. I want to embrace warmth and still feel the cold. Satiated with the only constant inconsistency. It's Not Writer's Block; just clarity.