human entropy

seeming-ish, finding like. totality, when viewed from certain angles, can seem quite small. felled metal corners and ancient findings outward. a torrent of rains, a torrent of downslides and the surface around you rippling like pond or otherworld. following passed people, tracing back to origins. finding, at ends, a small door leading to warmth-hearth. the in-between of it all, whilst finding abstraction. the men, children, self-same folds expanding inwards and back to the moment of. inception, preventative and contemplated, laid out before like cards in awful hand. macabre, as a result of truth. growing up on asphalt and salt lakes, sand pits. coloring cushions blindly, spindle once again. steps away from linear red-green, blending throughout. flat grey surfaces and paper filaments. hard metal droughts and thin plastic springs, the face of a passerby. boys as barnacles. stones, take out two birds. skin, gut and slice. feed to page, try for poem. everything, think a serpent circling and subsuming the world. turn, overattach, underenvelop, decommit. all prayer thrown upwards, slamming into ozone. burdened with birds, with tales of far lands. expunged from self (hallways) and sent unto other. seen as still, or moving elsewhere, a constant in mind. vibrate thinly through channel. pluck stone from seafloor, shaped into bowl, filled with lingering thought. the space between bricks. the coils of rope, the toss of the port. bristles against skin, and the like. place by fire and let dissipate. think lightly when unburdened. sleeping with wet clothes again. fabrics of, fabrials and grand inventions toiling at bedrock. like when faced with boulder and flat hill, thinking of foregoing movement. today boiled and blown and shaken, stirred about a page. alive with pleasure, nothings come to mind. dreams, spaces, interstellar stretches. think a whole lot, a whole very lot, and nothing at all. love as illegible handwriting