DURING a HIKE into THE night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~o*)


I lock onto thoughts before i am sure of there origin. I graze upon spired mounds of fluffy chocolate like a cookie monster with no stomach. I slide along lonely little paths claiming comfort in the maze of visual layers. I bribe sedentary action with heated promises for a sip of joy in time, this time. I breathe and wait and eat and state the way with lighted horizons of veiled mystery where i can devour the moon with a sleek pair of chop sticks. I am always never alone