What to say?
When the quiet mind speaks.
Outer world
From the inside.

When the quiet mind
Acts gently
And patches aren’t so red anymore.

When the quiet mind
Spheres more
Into vision
And peripherals shrink
And rest behind the
Telescope.

When to say it?
Thirty three

Who to say it to?
****** up and
Understanding.
Weak and
Lush.
Furrowed brows and
Triangle smile at
Morbidity.

Where am I going?
I’m kaleidoscope eyes
Resting on rafts
Silently floating down a heavy
Trickle
Perched toward the clouds
The wisps of waterfall’s past and infinity.

Will it consume?
Moth wing feelings
Stuck in the melting wax
Of a candle
Settled near a flame.