the day begins with a thought of her
i luxuriate in that moment of peace
it is the first
sip
of dirty water
that launches
the nukes
in my mind
beginning
a rollercoaster
barrage
the sun/the birds/the breeze/the clouds/pet the puppy/adjust the mask/do i have my mask/set the map/write a poem/more coffee/three more poems/where is the story going/did he say it is my best writing/he did/shit/talk with friends/post something stupid/this fucking traffic/pull over/another poem/
stop
breathe
think of her
human, you are human, you can do this, deep breath, don’t forget the mask, smile, they like it when you smile, you’re not a robot just because they can’t see what is going on behind the scenes, what are you doing,
thinking of her
repair/paperwork/another poem/write in the story/set the map/fucking traffic/drive too fast/was that a cop/keep going/thread the needle at one hundred miles per hour/ brake lights ahead/screw the map/the squirrels running/ ravens circle/that cloud looks like an hourglass/what time is it/parking lot/another poem
this one
is about her
on a loop
until the day ends
the nighttime loop
begins
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Always a loop. ❤️
Once upon a time, when I was young I had a brief but steady interaction with a fabulous minded crazy man about my age. ‘Crazy’ minds are rampant with brilliant thoughts and ideas, legendary information, and he was always talking about the loops of life (universe)
It would skate through my mind and I ignored it for the most part because I had no idea what he was talking about (in typical EC fashion) When one day I asked him to explain looping he did and it now in my brain. I notice it everywhere these days 😂
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the loops can shift but this time it is perfection. maybe it is symptom of madness, seeing the loop
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