Trance
Contemplations and congestion on route 404 to who knows where…
The internal diary writes blanks while the pen leaks on the dancing tempest.
I’ll capture the idea…
I’ll harness its energy…
.. or better yet i’ll just let it just flow down the river….
Cogs of incoherent ideas melts down the rocky enclave onto my shoe, into the soil and back into the mighty water.
Onwards to the next destination without looking back.

Mark M.