A musing poem

There’s too much going on to know

what's going on.

Spreading myself over just

to wrap myself up

like an enchilada.

My preferred bpm is 80 bpm.

The number of screens I like

at any given time is

2, just enough to have a periphery

and to pay it

no heed.

Symbology is my hidden language.

Omens, cruel and fervent psychic

markers

writing my God's story for me.

It saddens me that whoever or whatever

started this propulsion called life

couldn't have been a bit clearer with all due

respect to the point.