Do Not Steer

And so, it has been
And will go
On like this
Until, nothing
The core of the body
Slips then skips
Beating reluctantly
Dissonance from next door
She will light you on fire
When you sleep
The hardest pumps
Come randomly
Losing blood and mojo
Deliberating hacks
Speak in easily deciphered riddles
Not abiding by rules set in thrones
Which explains the incoherence
Or maybe it helps make relate
Too much
Not enough
Damp heart
Unwind in the
Widening gyre
Cannot hear
Only feel
Just drive right through


Wilderness and Wilderness

We stand on the margin between wilderness and wilderness.

W.B. Yeats