Sentience takes up
so much space here.

It booms so loudly, in it's whispering way
way out here

Thoughts of a "civilized" home
That odd preoccupation

finally, simply
evaporate.

~~~~~~

That large, bone white bowl
an entire region
has evaporated every last vestige
of what I believed I was doing
or thought it was worth
and replaced these
with the sweep of a horizon
so deftly shaded

the annihilation of my mind
is all
that may follow.

~~~~~~

All the many soft edges
of night's color
and lack thereof

gather thickly around
every familiarity here

until, at last
I must surrender
like a fish, to ocean depths.

~~~~~

The keys have leapt out
no nestled shelter here

their context, lost
a mystery piqued for each

Moments ago, ghosts in the rear view.
ribbed excitement becomes
twelve miles of rough road

the shocks were done
after the thousandth hairpin.

The greening I'm experiencing
-just at the edges
alarming and reassuring, all at once.

That hand spun thing you gave me
plays in the wind
While the rolling boxes we've chosen
confuse
our true form.
~~~~~