JANUARY 9

Great minds and gurus alike
Say the softness and quiet
Lies in the space between thoughts
The most elusive interstitial area
That supposedly we all possess
But as I lay soaking
In this magnesium sulfate 
Recreation of the womb
Like a shadow show in color
My eyes flash with images
Quick and subliminal
Beautiful and terrifying 
A vine of comedy nonsense
But closer related to a fire
As word wars engulf the engendered
And infernos engulf the endangered
The helpless, the slow, the weak
Given this not-so-interstitial moment
Is it so bad, really....
To wonder about seiches
Standing waves and/or 
The terminal velocity
Of some such objects
That could send us aflee
underground
With scorched feet
And thirsty?





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