something in my eye,
bathe it and fight my instinct.
I stop rubbing it.

a work in progress
education continues
of the soul and heart

waiting patiently
the download will never end
my soul and hope weep

I need to focus
I float, swept by the current
the river of days

the madness of cats
distilled into night laughter
in the distant grass

thanks to Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

floating in a pool
the dance of the spinning top
delusions of love

central heating on
the outside world is bracing
clear blue autumn day