No one can recuperate the ideas that swim
in these stagnant  moments of my mind.
I am a great white that hungers for those
elusive moments that are needy morels on
my lingering refection's fishing for evidence.


Evidence of the nature of why these moments
congeal into these corporal instances that needed
to be expelled into the reality of that which I
need to express me feelings that are stagnant.

Stagnant melodies are deaf to the whispers that
need to be expelled unto my reality of this reckoning.
In this exact moment for without it I  neither would
be conjoined, all would be a fluid thought draining.