no need to be clever,
it matters less to a creative mind,
watch every space,
watch it move,
without sense of it's whereabouts,
it twists and turns erotically as i tear apart
the music will not start because it cares not for my irrational knowledge, so I play it tuneful to myself
as i walk many miles,
alcohol keeps the spirits,
but the futures tucked away,
consumption of wilderness into energized sense filled days.
tomorrow i travel.
