Watching, adding, subtracting, figuring.

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Sometimes I catch them.  I simply can't find out who.  Words, songs, distant posts, they put them together.  Sometimes I see things I hand't... understood, by tracking their views.  Usually I see that someone has pieced together some of my secrets.  You can't give it all, or easily, or simply.  Most people can't handle the simple.  The complex, and more, ideas I haven't come to a full understanding, aren't possible to give, save in the parts that tear out of me.  I can't give what I don't have and I won't give, as a whole, what, perhaps, shouldn't be given.  Someone is tracking things down.  A pro.

I will teach some things.  Some of it won't be seen, touched, felt, smelled, or sensed in any way, but it is there.  So passively yet so true.  Careful when handling wild animals.  You might just learn too much.


I am what I am.  Whatever nature or form that takes is not something I can always fathom.  Save... for bits.  This part is sure.


Within this part, however, is great ambiguity.  I don't know how, why, when, where, or who.  Not all of that, not, probably, most of it.  Flashes.  Somebody does.  I wonder if they are seeing how much, and of what, I remember, or if someone just knows how to see.

Best not to wake sleeping dragons.  I don't want to put it all together, at this point.  I simply deal with what I must.  But if called, by a Higher Power, or a threat, I... will become, again.

Good night.