i am a faulty metal detector — sometimes i find, and sometimes i dont, but i’m always searching. stretchy bundles of crazily demanding neuroticism threaten to stifle me, but then i find unexpected solace in a dimple. for just a brief moment, i am reduced in size, and i can hide in this dimple, and i can sleep. for just a fraction of a second, i know what it’s like to be acquainted with inner peace. on normal days, i don’t ache for this peace because i don’t remember it… but when i find it, i know that it is my telos. my Right Place. and then i can see the sky.