[Asleep,prologue]
Stillness with noise buzzing all around,
Serious flatness,a bird eating a grasshopper,
Days and nights and days, no end, no beginning,
No time.
No space.
No reason, no answer.
[Now I'm awake but in a dream]
We're at opposite ends of the couch and
I'm hoping we can still stay in touch.
Did this year really happen?
Or did time stop for everyone except me.
Because I keep applying the brakes -
All I get is skidding.
Down a slope, with nothing to hold
I seek distraction with structure & pattern
But find nothing to concentrate upon.
Just repeats of
over played songs.
Spring is coming. Change is coming.
But I wouldn't rely too heavily
upon geographic solutions.
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