writing something in this moment
new to me and you
no suprise for the typer,
no surprissse for th reeeerder
Patterns patterns everywhere
but a drift of think
No shape the future but a wave
self and soul to make
the violent fight of the dragons
makes aware on this new holy day
a glorious thing that knows
its way to the sun and moon
ocean smells and earth damp
Do we hear or witness
Sound see
Or witness light
Feel a lovers blush
Caress or witness
Conjoined hearts
Going home no more for home there is none
But the cosmos revolving to a chord
Pre-conscious source of all adhering carbon
Based gray folded spheres and toes the same
Naked reality coagulated ???s
Which are the dreams and logics belched from the ego
Which thinks it is the ??? of all ???s
But now we know better don't we?