A bunch of thoughts

[IphigeniaSaysHi]

There is a cold on my feet

I cannot shake

.. completely persistent...

For a time I suspect the blood is draining out of me

 

Other times

I tell myself

this cold is devastation

seeping up towards my heart

 

Either way

It's an odd irony

Cold feet

 

For the ground on which I stand

is iced-

over with the austere beauty complete isolation will bring you

 

 

* * * *

 

I am experiencing time

like

fireworks

in slow motion

 

Sparks, clips, blips, scattered in every direction

Functional chaos streaking by

But slowly

not fevered

 

not colorful

just as if all the light in the room exploded

 

glass and light

words and paper

fiber and flesh

 

burst

spreading, spinning, sliding

all over

 

sound is another monster

disjointed

mostly disjointed

 

 

 

 

Maybe I should put socks on.

[waveseer]

Nice, I like it.