the complexities of life flourish under pressure
you could feel as if you are walking on air
even if this can be defined succinctly
you have a vague notion
this is a correct mode of processing an emotion

maybe your at the bottom of a well
or stuck up a tree
in fact where are you
apart from an idea in space
an idea that can only be yours

so we are all just a bunch ideas
rubbing up against each other
in disagreement mostly sometimes it works out
like this morning on the gravel track beside the canal
heads down morning run
a voyage into the unknown once more
the idea of a journey
really?
new species? perhaps vast swathes of uncharted territory
a human wormery mulching on humanity
to produce liquid nutrient
the good stuff we need to survive