This compilation is a series of messages, addressed to you, from the lands lying in the deep recesses of my mind. Some ephemeral wind stirs them up like leaves, every so-often a few reach an open window and cross the barrier between imagination and reality.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

the weight of too many
unprocessed sessions
amid windows brimming
filling like a glass
with evolving spiral patterns
smoke and haze
no longer can lift my mind
only fog filled visions
of a recently sunken

submarine