Touching skewed spiralling shapes
my vivd waking life.
An infinite edge
to a familiar language,
dreaming every night.

Recognise shiny plastic
shapes as tree or dog or friend.
A hollow party
of paisley people,
the mesh dissapears and ends.

Meandering in life
a definate design,
only the movement matters.
An English blessing,
undignified trip,
the blatant rejection flatters.

We evolve as lone entities
and a single mass in motion,
rushing from a single source
to frantically awaken.

Life as fickle as a smoke belch
energy evades extinction,
yearning for a peaceful night
in a void of definition.