I can’t seem to make head nor tail of this year although i’d certainly like more tail. I’m drowning in a pond of coy fish, are we all too shy or blase, lost in our tiny rectangles of objectification? Have we lost our receptors for the human vibration? Only feeling a pulse when the black electronic tic tac bleeps at us? We lost our language with nature and now I bemuse whether we have deserted our intuitive meridians, buried beneath our outward automated responses.

I think I will find answers in my chaos, moisture in my dry humour. Unbridled ecstasy lay in the ridiculous. I am a cosmic giggle with a laughable accent. Finally synchronised with my own quivering flow, my eyes mostly shut, I’ll follow my nose.

I am scared of my selection of letters and syllables, strung together to delight me in a wondrous tale for one. Am I a lone wild wolf? Speaking only to cats and cooking too much soup for one? Does my trailer smell funny? Am I allowed more plants if my planes continue to be grounded? Could I escape the bias of me?

What lay in the spirals around me? The outward trajectory mere beats away from my narrow view. Why is there no whisky in this house? I am restless mapping this unforeseen course. Lighting a match in the same room, dare I crawl around blind. Perhaps I’ll slip into the abyss and bind with my kind. What if my foresight evaporated and every moment became a surprise? What if your glory was wrapped up in lies? Inertia our greatest fear. I waited with baited breath for the answer to the universal riddle.

Hoodwinked by the thirst to think

If I offered you a wave, would you take a drink?

Paradoxical simplicity

our lethal kink