Under unruly layers of chaotic disquietude that pile up in hordes from circulating swarms now towers All across the back alley landscape of my mental chronology Finding contemplation by manipulating hesitation Ego deaths laid to rest delivering an effort of awareness through reflection and forethought
Within the in between of each ascending rise is all there was and ever will be linking heart brain and belly breeding Individual Introspection
A moment of Panic brought on by dis-ease or disease sent panic through my minds townscape A thought popped up flashing hypotheticals and a screaming curiosity until picked up by blowing winds under bridges In between streets with row houses I chased down this thought about what would happen if this occurrence came forward with fruition while the likelihood remains: See no Hear no Speak no Heart no Think no Breathe no If she feels the day That she might have been distant too much Let these offerings of continued assistance take their place in loves lost memory And with that realization her hands call her other Only to find his cat has runaway into the wild lands And taking time to retrieve her call Like the ones he dialed so many times to no avail Is the last thing on his minds lists and itβs been stacked over and bulldozed into a rubble mound at the city dump out by the forgotten highway where even the blind donβt even drive on anymore