Visiting

metres are spaces between
The love of your life
And an idle meandering

This fourth dimension
Transforms tabula rasa into
Relevance, beauty, nabokov's postlust

The empty expanse that is
Sedentiary living, movement
Steps beyond boundaries
And reminds you of liveliness (change)
Overwrought momentary rememberances
Lead to casualties

Upon Awakening

Walking away from the pier
I confront myself
and pass through

clear waters, muddy streets
mountainous memories
that I am unable to escape
caught in the shadow
of a living breathing behemoth

waves upon waves
thoughts are dancing spiders
trapped in silken luxury
of their own making

boiling water for tea
I rest my chin upon my chest
and wonder at the vastness
of the ocean

and, I am lost.

And I

As the dust begins,
And I
Settling into the spaces.
Tepid water stained faces
Tell
And I begin to dust.
Don't leave the
And I
Lights are never\always on.

SciFi

This dewdrop lifelike
Moistness
That shelters my feeling from
The collective pain of being human
And underwhelms me with its
Crisp and stiff reality.
Sometimes I contemplate other worlds
With simplified structures or
Purple clouded nebula suns
And none are filled with selfish greedy humans
No, not one.