OF GREYEST JURISDICTION

talking to myself
in my head at night
i stumble & lose 

every second word

the plans & the ideas

cool & crazy & bullshit

building there of mist 

bolt & dash & career 

away on sudden motorcycles
into

the
brain haze vanishing points 

of greyest jurisdiction

where the universal minds

sorting pools & pulleys & levers

select a more functional chancer 

to try on for size

AND TIME DID THAT THING

and
time
did
that
thing
it
does
where you dont know
its
passing

and the moon becomes a motorcycle
falling
with
discipline

straight for your eyes

out
of
the
unday sky

and
time
did
that
thing
it
does

where it clocks our distracted humania

and
knocks
our
soft
jigsaw
apart

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