Aware of Nothing

January 8, 2014

You are out walking, but don’t like it at all A pleasant woodland stroll Sunbeams skitter through fractal boughs Subtle bio-acoustic chaos Birds sing and branches crack Nothing is mechanical, predictable here Each shark-rush wind gust Sympathetic arousal, ironic But you don’t think so. Suddenly you feel the gentle tickle of a lover- no Not a lover, the architectural excretion […]