The Gleaners

The non- place

The no mind

The bend in the road

Thoughts profusion of memory

Certain elementals

Work to be endured

Correcting and stabilising memories vision

A coelacanth waves into

The tidal pools

Look down to see your reflections

Take Being to be the mask

That reveals more masks

Lichtung

No app will find

This clearing is the way

You can cheat or choose to cheer

The life in death wholeness

Walking into a Being

Recognise the surroundings

The mental furniture, as it were

To light the way, signposting the excessive

Contempt mankind has gathered

Around the base of its intentions

Perhaps enslavement is

Too strong a word for it

Like a descent into an abyss

Thoughts are pressure

Our pressure, becomes an aneurism

Exploding eternal, the internal

Lights white behind the eyes

The forest clearing

Gleaning what is left over

After a saline harvest

Has brought wet fish to the shore

Tropical wind

Holistic entropy boundless

Listing lacking

Long overdue embrace

Will come will stratify

The block of wasted time

That sits like melting ice

On years of glacial

Erosion

You slid out of view

Striation’s scarred over fore arms never seen

Oh wow, and when

Who were you? father

Sparkling crystal dark

Volcanic ashy minded vision

The minibus era

the mountain

The extra urgency

Time just slipping oozing black mindless mass

Punctuated by food

And movement