kicking dust as i move ahead, instead

of getting down and dirty. i could, but

i’m more of an insider as you can see

these sounds; the synergy

of cooperation and contemplation

creating a dissipation of anxiety.

release... and repeat

 

lines in the sand,

washed away over time

as these same grains

trickle down a figure-8

endlessly and indefinitely.

these lines in my hand;

wrinkles in my face,

grooves on my figure

shaped like a figure-8

as these same images

slither down the grooves

of my cerebrum. the conundrum

and the lines of sand

will blow over like tumbleweeds;

empty and deserted in Arizona

are the areas that i left behind

in search of a greater find,

treasuring the experience.