october 16, 2010. 10:12am

listening to nebraska for the third time
it’s barely morning but the race is on
the race of thoughts, the race that can only be lost
the fuel goes down and the eyes open
it’s warm inside, pretty sure i’m alive
snow crashes on the windows desperately
the day’s plan is unfolding
get in, get out, get on, get gone
finally i know
it all
i know that there is nothing to know
no hole to fill
no wholeness, no emptiness
no acceptance
none of it is real
the only thing that is real
is this.