Things pass through your mind like islands
Glowing and catching the windowsill sun
Like diamonds patching through your calls to icebergs
Two textures of mind, one feeling of self
In the coherence
Out of the coherence
Randomizing tests
Letting it flow
Letting it be empty
Taking up subjects
…Bring your ‘Creating Poetry’ book next time
I write this as I spend a quiet four hours volunteering at the front desk of the MaybeItsFate Co-Op, having spilled coffee on my laptop, this four hours I cannot guilt myself for not working
Lost in Mist 