strategies

I have few and far between unseen strategies which dither and wabe with or without my suddenly head. Or sodden of stuff.

Where have the past few hours gone? If I continue to wonder this, why is it so hard to recall?

Oh yes. The endless list I hold within
First, why?

I have been awfully sea-unworthy lately (inc. inside-out overboard) and should I not try to grasp my life to grasp while my fists still tightly unwind rather than wind down? Shape has been fitter and the deck is rather sloven. Bogging down a sight out to sea down with bobbing warning wreath around me. I see it. I only push off. And float for ends. Meaning, less than me.

I've become shriveled; my fingers already slippery. Not without hope or nigh drying time. I need to open up and clean out hidden hangars and siren senses again. Find a simu-stimulant accompaniment pine. Black liqourish or white manes. Eschewing tongue ties; pulse blinds.
Or a metaphor everything. and half haphazard warning again! A haze that never clears unless something else sees me undressed...no I cannot keep this up.
Pick it all up, throw either/ors out, stack what is left into tiny, unmarked mainstay, and be similar to that circle you once spoke of with an epicenter outward motor.
You're still swiveling but motion comes to go. and rest should never be the end.