a dull pain
reminds me
of the sweet boredom
required by perfunctory interaction

spreading slowly
like a friendly cancer
the tendrils tickle
and torment
reaching playfully inward
for my beating heart

this time might be different
this time
my quest for clarity
may actually bear fruit

rolling over
as these thoughts gel
and jostle
my flow returns
and quietly incite the imagination

breathe deeply
go back to basics
read those old friends again
and make new ones
work for it

time to play

Peace/Love

m(-_-)m