Alex Chinn Reconciliation I often find myself stranded just one complete change of pace and situation away from greatness or at least goodness or whatever ness I feel I ought to be. So I feign creativity fudge it like most ill-conceived notions and those that accept my feignings lap them up with vigor as if they were starved for demonstrations of unease and those that shudder at my overactive sense of literary disharmony turn up their noses at the perfectly mediocre terms with which I fortify my moderately perfect musings and to them I plead with the disinterest of a man who has already skipped to the end of the play I say 'Patience, you might just come to terms with it by morning.' And And harmony drifted down in wandering iridescent formations and dusted over this and that and this and giddily I crafted a harmony ball but when the time came to throw it, I faltered.

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