i’ve never been good at startings
and i’ve rarely been good at endings,
much preferring the middle,
oh the comfortable middle in which
thereisnobeginningandthereisnoending
thereisnostrivingandthereisnomoving
and it might start smelling from stagnation
so that i hate my position and wish for a change
but at least it will be a comfortably, horrible smell
bringing me an ironic smile in the contemplation
of its (andmyown) putrescence.
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the sieve and the sand 
you guys rock
Thanks, I also like to think that we rock and by focusing our minds on rocking (like in a recent poem by roger), we rock all the more.
indeed a little focus can go a long ways…
julio this is awesome.
stagnation, and ironic smile (although, I’ll be honest, i hoped for iconic smile)
and putrescense?
the sieve is a place of genius…
I do like the new meaning iconic could bring there. But I also don’t want to lose the ironic smile meaning. Perhaps “ironically iconic smile.” But that might just be too much.