I seek to scratch in bytes
a moment of transcendance
with words from my compost mind
sent by dirty nailed podge fingers
across the fibre optics, via servers
that are pushed to provide pixels,
for your delectation.

I crash and describe process.

My future worm food mind
will trail to silence
but my journey ...
I smile in memory

the wild mind
tendrils and dendrites
topic to madness
madness to serenity
to mundane inane blather

delusion confusion
infused with water dappled light
a kite floating far above
in the blue
in the blue

the wild mind

flowing like rivers

like currents

swirl chaos bright and dark

too full of emotion and memories
swimming - swimming - breathe
love like a razor blade scores my eyes
music underwater sunlight colours green and blue

looking for words to give a friend but there are only ink trails
Time Thyme waiting for the flavour of life to return
"Bless you", I say and turn away. There is no comfort
I understand the inner winter and the toothache of the soul
and wanting it ripped from your head and words herbs seasoning winter

being still
being quiet
enjoying the peace of breathing
being

erebus and kali

I feel so far away

stand back from the feelings and yet let them in
let them move through you like a curtain of silence and shivers
and breathe out the circling/spiralling thoughts
from Ithaca to Montauk and return
there is only distance and whispering dreams