Inspirations

I breathe in

living particles

through tubes into smaller tubes

connecting to my heart.

 

I create future fields in bloom

rings of color radiate

surrounding small pools

of spring rain.

 

I travel the passage leading

to a room of infinite exits

each one a trap

bated by experience.

 

I see the sky through

a bony eye frame

on a blood dusty plain

no sign of humanity.


I am writing this in a book

someone else started

spitting blood into a toilet

and flushing it onto white polished paper.


 

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