if there's a secret to life, it's to keep going continue, unearth, remoon, gosun, while the whiling can hear the music, there is more to be and the not to be does not matter any more than a ruminant nonsense, and we are sensing, being, doing, making, all the way to the end of the pitch, yaw, see-saw bubbles, effervescing at the sight of the sun working its way through the trees, no moon in the way, plenty of earthiness to soil your shoes and don't cease, remember, keep on, gaps or not subbing or busing airplanes or bicycles, just won't neither the nor grammar means nothing repetition is acceptable as long as there is still short lengths to not measure but acknowledge, they are there and continuing, loyally working their way through the layers of a consciousness that definitions will continue to evade, even as the metaphors propagate: keep keeping the root cellar shut to the metabolic ceasing and we're not talking about death, it's a worse fate, it's the not notting the knot log that won't roll a river without a mouth or water so keep hydration at arms length but no further and sleep well but dream of active hours in the day and the next