welcome, end. by Dr(L)one

i lost my mind, the desert took me.
deep sands
have me;
no holes
here astronaut.


i feel everything you feel

ghost etched across my mind.

a figure in the wall.

the teeth of kings.

what comes after me.

their knees to floor, rise, to the wind of ghosts and empty home.

i love you dearly,

into this sun, i love you dearly.

heaven hill to boston;

atlantic hotel without you.

i suppose i don’t know the self.

the mind cannot confront the immensity of time
the mind cannot confront time
the mind cannot confront the god construct of time
the mind is incapable of constructing god
the mind is incapable of
time
god
in capable of the reflection of time
the mind is incapable of
the confronting.

welcome, end.

There’s so much feeling underneath and everywhere.