possibility and the fool

the pattern of infinity
slippery ground
saturated, immobile
blind
turn your back, as i stand here and crumble back into the sea
dreamt last night of a dead but beautifully preserved blue peacock, lying on the ground on its back, the delicate aura of plumage gently surrounding his frame
there's a lot out there these days that breaks my heart
they just got the timing wrong is all