Looking down I can see myself fly through the 'doors of perception'

Sigh

the apocolypse rides by


and I thought they'd be men.

Tuesday starts with a clunk in my chest,
a reminder that I might be
'Best before end'

(a supermarket trend which I fear will catch on)


However,
I'm flying and that's a step in the right direction.

the hardest part is the start

I waver
and at times savour the connection between hope and fear
but to get anywhere or somewhere there's always the start point
and it's a sharp point.

I learn by
(another sigh)
my mistakes

and thankfully they become fewer as if the starting is a cure

Just calm me
I'm flying and trying
to teleport

'Star Trek'
for the old wreck?

the light's are on somewhere
and there's another book
to read.