When was I supposed to stop

Gather up the energies

In between this’s and that’s

Find somewhere the fluid motion

Is only the thing within me and

Not just

All the activity

Memory serves, memory serves

Well unknown

I look at the pattern on my dinner plate

So carefully painted on

Pleasing to the eye

But easily bypassed

Where do you find the tune

And find the time

To tune in

Chewing each bite carefully

As to savor the flavor

That is there

Waiting

Lurking, impending discovery

Bliss or not

Sometimes I just want to rub my skin

Move all my parts

Feel it be alive

Because the cerebralness of it all

Breaks the all connected humanness down

So often to the point

Of screaming skin

And hair too

That wants let loose

Begging you to avoid the disaster

Wrecking ball of a mess

Internal calm, distant echoes

What in this is propelling me

Towards the destiny

Of a greater good

If not for

And but not

Every little thing

Meant something

Reason but for reason

Taking on the mass

Of this