Jewels from the hidden geography,
description of a human surface,
Low-pitched inclinations, immediate reality,
. . . discharging prattle…
My second attention unearths more of me,
endless episodes of exploding emotions,
. . . too many to count, catch, or to query.
My potential for action still lost in thought.
Every ulterior motive lays wide open.
I supply the paper rapidly!
Here, the one is the same as the many.
A few seconds seem like hours,
. . . hours like a single moment in time.
Breath soars misprints!
Scribble jets off spent recollections, pure intuition,
exaggerations for your enjoyment.
. . . jewels from the hidden geography!
Here, a few seconds seem like hours,
. . . hours like a single minute.
At the rate I’m writing, who knows what’s next!
. . . endless episodes of exploding emotions!
. . . too many to count, catch, or to query!
My second attention unearths more of me,
descriptions of a human surface,
. . . immediate reality!
. . . jewels from the hidden geography!