Bright sunny day. There’s a time, in each
Dark passage. From there to here to there. Spitfire
Terrarium life. Small, compact. Full
Snowy morning. Coffee in hand. Here I
End Game. Process. Mechanism of creation. Evolution.
Frozen. Frozen reflections. What’s looking
War drums. Minds wound tight.
Antidote. Step away. Leave behind. Avoid the din
Bubbles from bubbles. Budding off, one
Simple mind. Scanning back. Looking forward.
Clay. Clay People. Malleable. Time/location sculpts.
Nevermore. Behind. Turn around. Look
Nexus. Spinning sparking strand. Pure
Input. Must have input. Screen stares.
Philosophy. Contemplation. Why? Why anything?