The experiential stammer
holding the rod in place
before it releases those gears
into plush velvet vespers of night
in peripatetic motion- trying to ebb
the flow of these deranged musings
sliding in the sawdust
shavings from the past
lingering on the floor-
with one wide swoop kick
spreading them out across the lay of land
as they tumble with the gentleness of
newly crystalized snow
moving beyond darkness is part
of the journey where
our parts were disassembled
and we labor in wonderment frolicking
while putting the pieces together again
to our own liking with the best of
warped thinking chuckling at the
abstract expression of its form
rather liking it
and wondering if you ever had a fizzy-
what happened to them anyway?