shrugged responsibility, choices, dilemmas, dilettantes, a month left, a month of freedom, before the chains come crashing down again, before i strap back on the cart, place the burden on my shoulders, and start chugging my way up hill, as a toaster should, and missing in action, missing, away, unaware, blinking, and gone, and then such things are free, and clear, like minutes on a plan, ultimate, less and more, a missed opening, a chance to view, and see, and glimpse, and guess, and watch, and wait, and then, well, then we'll bend, rend, and settle to bottoms of creeks and riverbeds, silt resting, supporting branches, homes for fishes, swimming round coral formations on television screens, and then, and always, and then, but no and then, not anymore, so forevermore, spoke the crow, of 30 odd feet, singers from the land down under, and a chance, an opportunity, because you don't stop smelling when a beautiful woman walks by