Around the eyes a gleaming force beckons the naive and weary. Neither a dream or distant machination.
These eyes seek utter devastation. Self blamed mines laying across the tracks. Trains runnning late and crushing cans opening up hobo memes.
Digital nomad secretly seeking home. Unknown to the mind yet clear of the heart.
Blinded by physical wonders hiding inner world plunders. Treasure ye seek be within boy! Not without.
Holding onto a distant memory, past life fades away into a soup of integrated lives intertwined and almost indistinguishable from the next.
Looping time, jumping from hoop to hoop a circus show so divine you forgot to change the channel. The dial gleaming in cosmic light screaming.
All is not lost the others remember. Diamonds floating across November. Remind, remodel, reshape, remember.
You are as one adrift in a sea of your own creation, shifting stagnation with a twirl of a thumb playing in pools of liquid fascination.
Waking these eyes sink into a skull vibrating at the speed of thought. Consciousness prevails.
Nomad drifter, warrior, lover and sifter of troubled wakes, the time is now.
