I'm always off
The beaten path
Tryin to beat back

This rift

Rivulets

Of the purest dark
that could lift a ship - I slip

into thoughtstreams
of
red
blue

green  

I thought love was a thing
once
but now I know it's a
process

A memory in situ -SPUN-
stitching pastpresentfuturistic flits

Catch it in the ebbflow
grasp it
and it will saturate the glow