Where I happen to be*
is sprawled on my bedroom floor
the dusty light which filters through
the folds of clothing which clutter each corner
the trails of paint
and papers in sync
I cannot possible stop my head
too heavy so it sinks

wrapped in my own train of thoughts
the school of fish which trails each--
caught memory caught laughter,
caught engravings soon gone after
the initial seeds of booming exploration
that deep curiosity for how things are stringed together
how one plus one equals two
and how time and space encompasses me and you
why do we sit as **** feels inclined
rule to what we feel and say
to what we think and action in constant replay
What, don't believe me?
carry out the day
and see what people
forced you to see, think and say