Mind of Moog

 

Wandering along my way, I watch   time’s course from the break of day   and wonder about its passage.   Funny, it is not dissimilar from more physical sensations, e.g. blowing of the wind.  

  Wind & water, sway together, but longing and logic seem closer.

  1. Permitted one day:   collect things be beyond border or else.   2. A broken circle closes behind me.   I spin-off indefinitely, absent gravity.   3.   My memories disserve me—I must leave that life behind   again and again; again and again.   4.   I see familiar forms. I think I am home— I slip into an abysmal zone— I gaze into a labyrinth  of memory,  sink into a haze of yesterday’s today.   5.   I did not abandon your memory. It might return.