I'll cusp this feeling like leaves and aged compost
in the bowl of my hands and swish, I'm away in a dream...
what is that vague contentment on the fringe of my existence?
an ah or an mmmmm
How did it work? The trumpets brought down the walls...
How? The vibration agitated the mortar
and like those electric football fields
the zzzzz finally slipped the discs?
this quiet is the only place I can connect my toes to my knees
There's that zzzz zzzz vibe, where am I in here
roughly in some area behind my eyes, but wait...
try as I will to be in my abdomen
the addiction to stay latched to the lens...
Have you watched the skinny bending little blade of grass
push through the asphalt? That little fuck.
How did he do it?
so it isn't me but my awareness I move around inside the tissue,
like those Jules Verne explorers in some tricked out mini sub
but not through the lens of my eyes...then what?
so it wasn't me all that time playing with the telescope or the microscope, but who? You?
and the sensation is a feeling...a buzz
Luuuuuke, I'm your faaaaaather
nggggg mmmmm ahhhhh
now a song
How much is that doggy in the window
just be. There's nothing else to do.