Plus we go shed our bodies
we walk along sideways through
Time
The dissociative panopticon
Drowning
No swimming that night
Else we go left –
Left in dragon extreme
The speeding through constellations
Of thought
Working our minds around
Our condition
Shed the bodies
Walk
into the minds- Endless corridors of rooms
Losing ourselves in introspection
on the state of &+_
Self
– – > Recursive expansions without ground – – >
(a (a + a(a) .. (a – “a) – – >
Taking all pieces,
\
Integrating`.
The map expands, perhaps
Beyond ^ comprehension
In the blending of the other
Momentary senses of grand insights mystic screed
Working through
How much can you hold?
All comes back in some form of (e)
Continuing to f -a -.l -…l – . . . . .
Emerging after
//
The silent mind
First version published here on September 1st, 2013 as Hang a Left Without Haste
Lost in Mist 