View

The dense compression

From considerations

Of the inconsequential.

More of a drowning

Than merely being sunk.

The brain sparks

Of wishes down wells.

Neuro-crackle amperage.

Spit fire thinking,

Lacerating,

Leaving one

With a constricting world,

Air that clutches

Not flies in the all of spaciousness,

Not bleached just colors, dyed, dyed, dyed.

But my teeth often clench,

Jaw tight;

I almost never notice anymore.

The monk at the monastery

Speaks softer than me;

I always notice.

In so many spaces

There’s silence.

On an open lake

The early spring frogs

Don’t know a lament.

What straps me tight

To any view

Other then the miraculous

Is the hollow of being hopeless.

The horrors add up,

Life withers

Despite the prevalence

Of bounding birth around.

Sometimes in this myriad,

This connective net of living

Draped about me,

To breathe is a reason enough

For breath.

Nature soothes,

My failings

Are in forgetting.