haiku from the edge

all things turn around
no such thing as permanence
winter into spring

welcome to another in a series of many capitulations, many reachings out, many unveilings, beginning now. everything has changed. i expect everything to change, and drastically, but am always shocked when it happens in accordance with my will. my will which is never entirely clear to me except in hindsight. shamed as well, since so often its fulfillment requires a cold surety that i have only ever been able to fake.
i have a blog which i barely use anyway, and now create another, purely for those few, very few indeed, who cannot access it. energy feeds on itself, on its intereractions with those of like mind and soul. i have written several books worth of stuff never to be read by anyone, which is just as well, since they suck. this will likely suck too, but thats not really my problem. time to speak up, even if i got nothing to say. you can only get the answers if you ask the questions.

radiation spreads
it can only get weirder
warping of the real

haiku can express

a difficult idea

very concisely

please remember you asked for it. yes, you.