I close my eyes
and a trance starts advancing.
I'm being hugged by my aloneness.
mood is feeling a need of purpose
but I am too carefree to oblige.
I am bound in weightless blankets
as gravity failed at the spelling bee.
I gave up on wanting to drink some tea
before I knew what flavor was being offered.
no matter carries any staying power
as drift has an army
and they are on the move.
there are billboards of quasi-impressions
but they only wave back in passing.
direction seems to have no purposefulness.
it's a dance with movement
that has no parts.
to me, levity has in-breath status
but I have no response that wakes me.
time is such a practical joker
almost any topic would make me smile.
if this state is a drug
then my mind is a stand-up comedian.
once it's funny,
then every thing comes up whimsy.
sleep would be a nice applause
or as a punchline
that I can't now remember . . .
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