---
id: "codex://object/another-day"
archive_id: "another-day"
slug: "another-day"
url: "https://ndcodex.com/objects/another-day/"
type: "scroll"
title: "\"another day\""
summary: "it didnt feel right. not to swing. swing away meril. god wiggling through the fissures. the wink to what we have been all along. a pad of perfect contact. for family. what would take advantage. more terribly so. full"
date_published: "2026-03-19T15:15:22.646Z"
date_modified: "2026-03-19T15:15:22.646Z"
status: "published"
visibility: "public"
language: "en-US"
axes:
  scale: "meso"
  depth: "structural"
  focus: "moment"
  function: "therapeutic"
themes:
  - "swing"
constellations: []
tags:
  - "swing"
keywords:
  - "Scroll"
  - "swing"
author:
  id: "nathan-davis"
  name: "Nathan Davis"
  designation: "Archive Operator"
  role: "Archive Operator"
  handle: "@nathandavis"
  avatar: "/media/people/nathan-davis.jpg"
  bio: "Designer, builder, and curator of the Codex Archive."
contributors:
  - id: "nathan-davis"
    name: "Nathan Davis"
    designation: "Archive Operator"
    role: "Archive Operator"
    handle: "@nathandavis"
    avatar: "/media/people/nathan-davis.jpg"
    bio: "Designer, builder, and curator of the Codex Archive."
relations: []
media:
  - kind: "image"
    src: "/media/pigeon/scroll/another-day-01.png"
    role: "hero"
    alt: "51AD1234 16A5 44B8 9F73 338DBAE4DC62"
---
another day  

it didnt feel right  
not to swing  

swing away meril  

god wiggling through the fissures  
the wink to what we have been all along  

a pad of perfect contact  
for family  

what would take advantage—  
more terribly so—  
full stop  

providence  
smacks out at invasion  

The comorbidity  
the perfect storm—  
a making for grace  

its not that we wont make it  
its that we keep being shocked  
when we do  

to face pain  
to reconcile the impossible  

peace  

and the dominoes of tragedy  
cued  

a thorn  
a thistle  

an aching side  

and willingness  
to step through  

the register  
in the eyes of a brother  

the silent permission  
to be star  

shooting—  

breaking  
on arrival  

the neighbors  

the echo  

an unrelated threat  
bigger than the difference  

and there—  

the slow motion moment  
of visible synchronicity  

you see it  

all of it  

the pain  
unaltered  

and still—  
a way through  

mountains lowering  

valleys  
raising up  

the path  
not clearing  

but becoming  

and in the background  

and in the air  

and in the pulse  

love  

it was never for you at all  

so swing away  

roll it up  
hold it steady  

paint  
what survives the burn  

swing away meril  
until you cant  

and when the body empties  
when the arms fall quiet  

notice  

something still moving  

through the fissures  

the leak  
of a survivors grace  

damned fool