and i finally check my messages to hear her voice on the phone blaming the son for being irresponsible through a back road disguised as self-flagellation...and i remember why i never check my messages...can't they be archived somewhere, transcribed and hidden away so eventually the story will come together for someone, if not for me?
no wind or water fall could stall me
and then came the rush of the flood
the stars at night turned deep to dust
why did i get broken? or, rather, was i ever together?