another day
one spent between the winds
a breath of unknown air
nearly too small to grasp
chilled inhale the same before the mountainous tunnel
lettering the same story told through and through
each tunnel
day after day
the next gust brings
silence
recessing lights disappear in focal limits
a white hole
a visually existent, tangible ‘of-the-light-matter-universe’
orbiting we take note in angled conjunctions
holding the scratched CD dear to my memories
endless skip of looped feelings, a forever kiss to the 4th track
colored sharpie drips new touches
onto new hands, proving their bare-ness and unstring-ed cradling
cat and dogs and humans and cannabis alike, the residue of sensing