dash dash dash
Flow to horizon, green
Coursing through every vein every artery every atom of my being
Sun on windscreen flash of wisdom of knowing
Hypnotic shard of light of courage of clarity with crystal glow
Entire world I see in one rhythm and connected
pulse, pulse, pulse
ebb, flow, flow, flown
Cars like blood cells
embryonic thoughts break out of amber
First thoughts taking shape and breath like a confused newborn
nurture, nurture, nature
Gravity, growth, growing
winter lack of leaves pulses of green
concrete morse code embedded instructions
I can read them feel them but cannot articulate them
one hill two hills an omen
Change lanes change life click of indicator tick tock tick
Move forward to the river
move forward to the sun
move forward can not stop
pulse beat violet heart silver in my blood copper in my vision
green verge sidewind overtake discover
With every single aimless unconscious breath moving forward like Voyager on an infinite mission
Ground control I can’t hear you
Ground control I’m transmitting on a new frequency
ground control you’ve gone pixellated unsteady Gaussian blur
ground control?
now the stars ..the gap between stars I can touch, feel, detect through older hands, maybe some wisdom
in the pilot seat with 100s of controls, displays stuck in amber blocks and my vision is failing
ground control?
Set distance to starfinity
Set speed to brain warp
Ground. Control
just a tiny dustspeck miniscule of history locked in time
still alive, kinda, if you squint
Ground control I think we have a problem
I think I’m slowing now
candyfloss thick and transient
Think transition to skyline horizon
Red rear lights as far as I can see
I’m going to ground
going to air to space to time to heart to soul stop and whisper
whisper of time of history of jet black eyes of open window cold smoke
whisper a memory of drink and smoke and theory of love push back hair from eyes peeping out
whisper gently a memory so far gone it’s moulded plastic into a parody figure
ground control you’re transmitting so slowly so infrequently I may as well be on me own in white sage smoke