Anything done to excess opens the door to more excesses. The spiral downward–slow or fast–can only be arrested with real moderation born of bold honesty. Any Existenz who lies to himself with the con game of “I am NOT an addict…” or who buries his being in the pharmacon of oblivion speeds to a boring certainty. I wish the people I love so very much would not be so boring.

my need to nag
bites at me

silence – a stranger
quiet lips – a rarity

Always already advising
some word for others on the verge,
leaping out, jumping on

discussion turned to admonition
shush

mushrooms once took away
mouth – words – breath

tranquility, laxity
not advisor, not mother

listening
embracing

communication as ear
rather than tongue

flowing into this gathering
symplexity

Should concern ever be quieted, brought to some silence? The in-between field where friend meets friend can quickly shrink to nothing if one can only reprimand the other. Exploration of mutual concern has little disclosure where one side is over-worried or over-cognizant. Seeing a disjunction betwixt the helping hand and the scolding slap.

Little boy ignoring incessant prattle and bothersome over-care:
adult copying pattern.

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