making me burst from confines
to pace corridors and run into lawns,
feeling my insignificance.
The infinitesimal space
calmed my shivering soul
questions of why-nots,
Shhhh...there are pins around. Careful when you carry your hope bubbles!
I threw some dream seeds into this air. It smells of a plant somewhere...
There are always residues in conversations
And then I had an epiphany... no many epiphanies! And instead of clarity It dragged home confusion
Words that curl around your mouth-viscous like syrup. Sometimes like a cool light apple drink.
Inadequate and always so! The perennial loop that strangles the circle of mad dances the breathlessness and the emptiness. Wishing that somewhere the jinx gets broken teach me the spell to unhex existence.