in the middle
i toss turn
struggle to see
the idea put forth by me.
it is a fragile dance
between consciousness and voices.
in the end
i awake
slowly making sense of the thought
sift through the fog
keep an eye on the catcher
too fine too wide
and all will go up in smoke
inhaled ingredients course passageways
exhaled into the nothing
there one second
and the next
scattered mixed fled
to all corners of space.
in the beginning
i keep myself sedated
stare at darkness
let imagery form disperse
take note of what to bullet
conversations shift play run.
i observe take part
of the unraveling connections.
a closed third
snaps attention
slow time speed it up
wander in the abyss of self.
these adventures increase
the more i appreciate pay attention
worlds unfold
i explore each and everyone of them
each and every night.
