8/27/25
I scan the horizon with tinted sunglasses
Imagining hallucinations of the past
my dream friend's red hair glowing
Gazing in all directions
especially at the sun which cannot burn me anymore
Inverted panopticon, I
watch the play of life from my own tinted center
Breath passes through my lungs like
wind through the beams in the firetower nest
my heart is open
emptiness contained in a faux structure
defining boundaries where none can possibly exist
my heart is open
Life passing through my lungs like wind through the
cracks in chipped paint
I watch the play of life go on
From calm center within