They float and flit from nether to hither
Thither and thereabout they float
Watching our attempts to cope.

They are the ruling emotions
The guiding wise mind
Guide ropes of the ocean

The ocean of life.

The world is a wall
And bricks are tumbling outwards
Putting your hand on the right one
Will save you.

After the start
Follows the middle
It sneaks and creaks
On old floorboards
Nail scratching
Clawing it's way
Towards the now

Life is a series of events on a timeline. It is unknowable and mysterious. It cannot be created from nothing but only from itself. Life comes from life comes from life.
I like to think of the future. Of the mind reading machines and teleportation. In the future they will laugh at us. We are so stuck.
Living is a part of life and it happens in an unstoppable way. Living just happens to life.Living can be great or not great, we say things we don’t mean and we hear things we don’t understand and we plod along.

Streaming listlessy
Irrational rain
Less or more pain
I don't know

The spring in my face
The time to chase
The passages on my cheeks
Seems a waste.

Bony body writhing stomach
Bubbling, boiling.
Mind inside it hiding,
Rupturing, recoiling.

Come out to dance at midnight
The moon is full
Of sorrow.

A small word
Three letters across
Often followed by that number
We all know: the one

A member of the dictionary
A jaunty little fellow
It holds it's own
Beside adjectives

It lives near trees and
Other thing with t's.