Fear swooped on extended mind,
when brain was never silent...

No plaques?
No head stones...

Does not penetrate,
it brushes superficially...

At cultural opening of thin
layers of faith & consciousness...

Ending of day was beginning,
of a terrible awakening...

The space covers me now.
Words stayed too long...

A brief encounter with the depth charge,
paralyzed waist down...

We cannot think alike,
and we cannot listen together...

It is me, inside & outside,
movement of sensuous self...

An answer becomes a question
without an effort...

Where the laughter ends,
sorrow makes an entry...

I was very restless today
somebody had overplayed the hand...