On Change

on change in that quiet place, faint amongst the soft chatter, the drizzle of little things hanging, or the operations of daily dispute; i’ve dipped down into the trough of self, indulged in uninterrupted reverie, as hallucinogen and spirit slow dance, or time passes like a slow leak; i’ve abandoned the electricity, left behind the branching outward, ensconced in this cavern of synaptic response, content to piercing pesky clouds within; my musings achingly reveal themselves as scattered points hosting a multitude of thoughts, a vertiginous escape to the edges of my being, its willing and meaning inclination. i am left with me, as i would want it to be. alone, for now. i resurface and take note, my gaze blurs away definition, and this lack of scope, it occasions repose; whereas my abandonment of pretext relieves this moment from expectation, and fear is undertaken as a bargain, it is reclassified as fodder, the commons on which i browse these days they afford me, my human perspective; i live in a state as of a hunter, hunting, ferreting out, grubbing round the piled rubble of weathered foundations and hoary ideas; i long now to share in mutual questing, like microbes dividing and multiplying abundantly, a stoloniferous parade of forward movement that creates luring substantive consequences. bask, oh bask under the willowed brook, its waters and it s wine colored hues, swirl, where the senses dine on the leavened dough that has risen to a proof, awaiting the next punch down.