I notice myself at oddest times, where I tend leave ground during the day. To get stretched within moments of spaciousness. Where I am not really here, rather somewhere finer. Cruising on auto-pilot. It happens. when I eat, When I read, or when I walk, especially when I walk without shoes. I’ll happen when someone is talking directly to me. To unleash a certain word or a phrase in half-awake stares, catapults my mind to off world tangents, some far off reach where blues are truly blue, where I can sometimes see the tarries dance in other spaces elongated through pulls in built expanses, enthralled I am and it might appear with
two judging eyes I am not listening – well – I am not; But it isn’t that I am attempting to ignore you or to find you boring, rather take it, a compliment, to you. In the highest regard I can impart. For you said secretly to me a morsel, a special something, called in memories. Here to pauses my formless painted thoughts. Inducing my soul to stir and propel me beyond this disposed moving current, found reality unbridled. In this Space. So I ascend. In me of you.
