If i'm quite sure where to listen the words exist perpetually
What once little me sung gospels of has sunk into the sea.
thoughts met with resistance stagnate and form dis-ease
especially them reflex thoughts , given a thought turn out to be denial that thoughts can (be let) pass without marker or address that a notion can cross the endless ocean of of my self-mind without duress or that opinions can move right through.
slowing myself down for this piece , written by hand on a beach seeing an alternative way of being