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 it’s been stacked over and bulldozed into a rubble mound at the city dump out by the forgotten highway where even the blind don’t even drive on anymore