I sit alone…
In the space of hereafter and nevermore…and
the colors of rust and Ambrosia.
I sit on the line of 3/4 of inch and a 4th of a millimeter
…in spaces of low ceilings and high floors..
I sit..boxed and cornered..within smells of rememberance..
Noise & chatter
Along creased bed sheets and fur blankets
Yet..I sit alone…in the spaces of hardwood & drywall
…covered windows with slim sun rays
I sit within limits and itinerarys
…bells and whistleblowers
The clock will soon cease and I will still sit…
alone
MANTRA 