Sonic armour, a squall; fire at sea good morning chaos!

Seasons change but you remain the same, what haven’t you learnt from the weather?

So many unanswered questions; some important but most trivial, like where did you put my keys?

Déjà vu, Groundhog Day, same shit…. The list is endless. Is the goal enlightenment or survival?

Can ‘Becoming’ be non-linear? 

Italicise, you know it makes sense.

Banality bombing raid overnight. Many casualties, the main one being my sanity. Thanks for that.

Blown to bits, fragments brain matter sinew sprayed out over the laptop 

What exactly? Let’s go by books; watch them tumble in over our head’s underground markets light 

burns retina contracts lichen burnished insect trails wood smoke frozen mud diseased mind trail of 

desolate beach molluscs crabs on a sting enchantment wonder awe tripping oranges and reds 

burnished jungle fire journey by rail sweet tea heroic tendons turn page after page to arrive now.