now still the doubt of the press
from expectant crowd. chance
on sure steps to march one
direct to the crux of now

serendipity

door opens to the face

red traffic lights ...
in rear view mirror

bits rip into place
hit and click like
flickers of old film

gate flops
scene
gate open
scene

whirr
end of film

slapslapslapslapslap

gate strobes lit wall
spits white light and
hiss

Zen.

Mind zips to picks of times
spat black bitter to crack
wide the corral for Id

white noise

shattered reality confetti
uncertainty into notion
of solid silence

there are no voices or
punch points

filmic . ego watches
the flashes as if asleep