scattered thoughts, drawn together, gathered, arms outstretched in hot tubs, scooping bubbly foam for grey hair and stubble, harvested, sifted, weighed, and displayed, and on to it. timing, always been an issue, but reversed, and how often has the timing been off on the other side, keys in an enigma, lock step, with only connection coming at that one moment in time when the openings match, the tumblers fall, and the door opens. how many times has my wheel been spinning in the other direction, and knocks on my door, and unawareness rules the day? and then downshifting the four speed, and moving to another spot, and seeing familyarity, and ruts, and visual conditioning, without jarring, without awakening, where seeing triggers wires, and paintings automatically get partitioned, get placed, and categorized, and put in hallways of like, of eras and ages, so how to break free for the dewey decimal system, or organization, of classification, the science minded tagging of the eyes' product? to break free from the shackles of wisdom and experience, to see with new eyes, fresh takes on old subjects, and clean slates? how?