that single thought

sucked towards

a sapphire of absorption

I heard the click or felt it or knew it or smelt it..

a satisfying sound

and then the old gates

swinging slowly in the dark

upon a perfumed sea

but it is a long way down and who knows what is over there

I didn’t go

and so then

coats and coats of stories like licks

of paint or tongue

pages of ineligible nonsense

speculative frustration

colourful

rubbish

life is fiction

overplayed

with all that gratuitous embroidery

well, it took on a build of castle proportions!

……. looking back now

I clear a way

like a very small snail in rubble

digging and digging

until I find it

the

single

thought

hovering back there

clinging and lonely

worshipping a barnacle

worth the while

note to self: how can a human being float across a space the size of one breath and fall through a gateway only as big as an iris …?

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