tangled

 i wander through the reaches

of my twisted tangled mind

unaware of where i'm going

or what i've left behind

just a meander through the jungle

of vines and roots and trees

such bizarre, unwonted animals

the world has never seen

the process not quite sensible

it all makes sense to me

reliving aged memories

 then emerging something new












all eternal flowing





















i sit back

enjoy the view

days and weeks are but a moment

lifetimes all within a blink

stop . . . . .rewind

all enjoyed while standing here













washing dishes in the sink