all these thoughts in a rush thinking themselves into existence they condense in to a field permeating the igneous matter of my animal soul, infusing it with power, certainty, rhythm, the triad opens the mind like a portal in the dream i stand outside of space and the collective light of the universe is upon…

where are we here, adrift with the rhythm racing in the stream like neutrinos destined for elsewhere collisions in some other now the creeks and tributaries meet at the river, becoming one body from many, rolling and rolling over the silt and stones bending and winding on and on fluid and swift then swallowed by…

Unable to derive an appetite I Stand in the kitchen Drinking wine from the bottle Hoping to summon some meaning From the night It is nebulous, A spiral sliding deeper In to the beyond, Chasing the sun in its recession, The long dark, Falling forever With the rotation of time Consumed by the wave There…