In a blink of a mind

just

then

walk around…

 

captured for so long, just this blink,

and then comes to mind: ‡

In a moment it is

In a moment it is

gone

 

just a walk, where planets born are carried past birth unto rebirth

a saunter where life and death mean nothing more than arbritary

but a run…?

 

Ah yes, running far and fast past the jumbled, tumbled mess of moments scattered/gathered and dreamt…

as: the dream, always the dream

 

with this this fortitude exists as a shell for if if ordered, it is and always will be

unlike

scattered voices in a head

heard

running/walking/sleeping

inside for this world

does not exist

only only

just a blink of mind

my mind

it is…