Keep it short, they said. So I did. 20 December 2021

The shape of the thing Mysterious, and Not quite opaque Inscrutable, bland Yet calling, as if A voice from afar Its outline may shimmer Unconfident, shaking But still, it pervades With consciousness clouded

Perhaps, he thought I ought To give these mushrooms The benefit Of the doubt. 4 December 2021

Was It Worth It Was it worth it? That ill-begotten, grabbed gain, Really, was it worth the pain? A moment of pleasure, toward buried treasure But: taken not earned, a life upturned Following

No Words No words I have nothing An empty space, more vacuum than vessel Only the rotational flushing of a dishwasher And the ticking of a clock Mind blank, devoid of thought Falling