later today I will write
...
where did I go just now?
to war against unworthy words, wearing empty bandoliers
to the ceiling of space for enlightenment by cosmic chandeliers
to endless, winding roads of thought, the worst of all dead-ends
to fuse the frayed neurosis that never seems to mend
to an area between particles, the purgatory of matter
to Heaven and to Hell, rather dawdling in the latter
...
too digressive to write today
or clear my head of chatter