Now

There is TOO much

How can we think in isolation?

Prioritise and organise?

Segregate and separate?

When I see

ALL

We talk like our brains are machines and

Emotions products

That they easily pass through on conveyor belts

A temporary presence with an end result

Well then there’s too much oil in these cogs,

They turn and turn

They come back and back without reason

It pumps out more and more and does not stop

Unless you flick the switch

But then I miss

The pace

The never-ending

Ever-lasting

Flow

The limitless lustre of life

Swept away

Held in a sway,

Caught up,

Held captive

By creation

Too much BUT now

Now…

Now……………………