Photo credit: Noell S. Oszvald

Psychological Graffiti 060

What sort of thing am I
that I have such a narrow view
of my own wheelworks?

Or have I simply yet to learn
how to see and smell through my fingertips
and turn my senses inward
to witness my meat-mechanics at work
propping up this false sense of self?

It’s lonely up here at the summit
when the base of the mountain
is lost to cloudshroud.