Our skate gods who art in quads,
hallowed be thy name.
On smooth surface, thy shall skate,
on Earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily skate
and forgive us our wheel bumps,
as we forgive those who bump wheels against us.
And lead us not into pebbles,
but deliver us from road rash.
For thine is the park, the rink, and the track,
Take a few months (or years)
go to Humboldt County
Nothing is that important
Rid yourself of poisons that bind you to invisible prisons
Cut them off,
right in the middle,
Feel the tension release.
Notice the s l o w n e s s
Pay attention or you’ll miss it.