I dreamed today
everything that would happen
right before waking,

Like I normally do when I first wake
I catalogued what I need to do
only this time, I saw me doing it, simple tasks--
envisioned the text message I would send to Josh after waking up,
foresaw reassembling Chinaka's couch
reading and writing (this)
eating breakfast

I don't usually share my dreams

dreaming today however has left me curiously adrift in my own refusal to linger on something I've already seen myself doing

I am particularly beside myself today,

And what is remarkable is just how unremarkable what I continue to focus my gaze on has become...

the ocean is green
yup
people are dying
yup

Some days
I drink coffee to avoid lapsing into despair
Some days
I am diligently poised--
There's bad and there's good
I'm okay with feeling both
Some days
I am carefully distanced
There is good,
focus on it
Some days
my hope for the world is not sullied with despair at all
Usually, I think myself into corners

the velocity of information has placed all species of answer
before us
today, there is usually an answer for your question
the process has been removed from the process of inquiry
I think it changes the way at least I ask questions

there has been so much thinking,
good thinking accomplished

Sometimes, life with google,
makes it difficult to focus on the good
and be moved by the bad

the ocean is green
yup
people are dying
yup

keep moving
you must keep moving

what's more frightening than worlds end
being unproductive

having graduated, there is a new imperative on "doing" or "doin it movin"

I believe in humans
I do
I must
but sometimes, when you dream of the day ahead of you
and you can't produce

I just don't know if we'll get it
might just be one of those days