.
.
.
sour sunlight
hits
collides against the
windowpane.
drips melts disintegrates
precipitates
change.
.
..
…
the feeling is strange.
…
..
.
so much of what you thought you knew
comes out in
blood blurred words,
hummingbirds radiating towards
nectared rewards
but loosing momentum halfway.

what the hell was I going to say?

I know it was inspired,
I know it came from deep
but know not what transpired
In the gap between a feeling and a thought.

got caught up in some intranerval snot
and where words I had sought
was left with…

to hell with thought!

for deftly and with heavy breathing sounds,
consciousness in flight takes bounds!
accelerated rate confounds the mind
with droll surprise but frees the soul
and clears the eyes.

directionless breeze supplies then sways away
the aftertastes of yesterday
the yearnings for tomorrow
the time which my doubts borrow
allowing me to stay
immersed
in here
and now
in every
day.
…
..
.
“Attention! Attention!”
.
..
…
an oboe voice rejoiced
and the universe
with sides split by laughter
soundlessly voiced
lost words into my mind:

.Providence resides inside.