By burden of relation
Conscious is constant
Always beating
Always flying around
I am aware of it all
Its overgrown in my head
Weeds around my connections
Clouded like a fog
Mental cataracts
Easily pulled by the tide
Looking left and right
Fidgeting in my chair
Eyes wandering
Mind looping and folding
Upon itself
Calling from the back
Waterfall of pictures
Flooding my connections
Twirling of a pencil
Simple stimulation
A fever coming over
Systemic and contagious
Consistent flipping of a coin
Going from a hill to a valley
Collecting in the watershed
YOU ARE READING
The Atrium
PuisiAs the river of life flows right through, collecting at the delta towards the Atrium of my soul
