Up in Smoke

Dreams
markers
signs and divinations
fall,
combusting in a hidden furnace.
Remnants lose contour,
drift,
escape,
diffusing
into the atmosphere.

Matrix Inside Out

Perhaps our bodies are all walking around down here, and our minds are sitting together somewhere else entirely. If I am a great physical distance away from someone here, on this rocky earth, perhaps I am right "next" to them there, and can thus communicate or be influenced/influence more directly. That would explain a lot of things.

Prediction

One of these days, when all the various bloggers are done ruminating, we're going to simultaneously hoist ourselves up to another plateau ripe for exploration.

Then we can compare notes.

Paradoxically Enough

Some days everything is hovering and hasn't decided where to land. Thoughts become fluid and formless, and run into each other and mate or metamorphisize before there is time to identify or harness them. There is nothing small enough to communicate.