I’m writing something and each of my hands are like students. The left has been taught to repeat the part a zillion times, new ideas are suggested and it tries or gropes along and then something eventually feels right and we repeat it too a zillion times, like leading each hand through rocky terrain. There is another, I started a few years ago and only now is it making sense. You just never know except to keep returning to it and try to stay close to one’s sense of wonder. A new lyrical song takes shape that travels in a stream of consciousness way though maybe it isn’t so cryptic. You never know for certain until people respond in person.