Gripped by love and gripped by death

Today the work is

Blue sky wondering

Stirring in essence and vague notions of

A future survival plan

Because the fate is always one step ahead

Frosted green astro turf type surfaces

Are slipping under us

We glide towards the future

But stagger always stopping

To look around

Notice the small stuff

Breathe in through the nose

Incense flows

Living on the frontline

It feels like

Each crab like pokes

Out the shell in

The morning dew

And duly we continue towards the point of entry

Of this morning suns