The body as a field where many battles rage. Strife of ideal fathering, strafed with spousal passion and demands. The infantries advance – toward occupational worth – stealth sweeping the rewards. Childhood plans of freedom and grandeur – the risk and adventure – hits from guerilla flanks. The will to heroic power and injured survival. Biology of age. Maproom of surrender and negotiating borders. Where the surge will be. Today. Rigorous advance of death. Waging to forge something like a home, a country, an interdependent territory. All of it leaving its marks.
It is time to sit down and write. Time, as measured by flame.
It has to be burning.
N Filbert 2013
Polysemic Stupor 
I like the music in your language, very poetic.
(Although I had to google “maproom” – some esoteric military terminology perhaps, possibly the slang of the British army in India – then I realised you meant “map room”…!)
Very poetic writing.
this was good
Burning the candle at both ends and trying to make space for yourself during an ongoing campaign of this is my life too. I enjoy your work. Well done my friend. It is always a pleasure reading your words and having my head filled with wonderful images both dark and bright.
Tom
thank you so much Tom
thank you very much, each
You pieced this together so well to describe attacks from different sources, of what we go through for things that demand our attention. Your descriptions of fathering, spousal, childhood plans, and biology are all spot on. And those last two lines sear into the reader… this is what we can do: write while time burns. A powerful work here.
Love how the language roll like poetry. Really good.
very nice!
thank you
thank you very much – and for taking the time to respond.
Can’t improve on the comments above.
This reads like a painting. Love ‘biology of age’ in particular.
Nicely flowing stream of consciousness. Vivid.
‘It has to be burning’ – yes, beautiful, wonderful!
thank you
By God, man. This is my life, here and now. Thank you, Friend.
Thank you Jean! Nice to revisit… how did I write like that!?
By being you. 🙂 x