Nobody has to write a novel

We are for reasons in long season
Economy Is similar at different magnitudes
The same forces are involved

Out there usually a jet involved
One that cools your ice box now invisibly
And one heating this gas perpendicular our galaxy

Life is a matter of scale and magnitudes
"You don't have to write an entire novel"
Nobody has to write a novel

Things come together in odd structures that define
Some take control others let go
Where ever we go there is always a middle way

Things come together and end poorly all the time
Just ever so slightly less than they come together and end well
Each a new beginning at each scale and magnitude

The jet setter and the slum dweller travel the same relative speed around your head, heart and galaxy

Surplus

There are reasons things come to be
Ten thousand mothers of every thing

To each of our congregations there are minorities
Some from which great pain brings real gain

To each of these ten thousand little we celebrate all we are
Whole we have a surplus segmented they call it scarcity

Sounds scary and feels worse i would guess
I have always had a surplus of those mothering not their child